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Last days, days

As I stare off the stage and try to
Why you feel I am someone you can do with?
When you and I come from two totally
Polar opposite

Under normal circumstances, I would be you
And your parents up at gunpoint, demanding the combination
To the wall safe, while your sister screams suffering
From pistol pain or looking back at you
In a courtroom with absolutely none of my peers

Why are you here? Is this voyeuristic bullshit?
See black man sing? Or maybe, just maybe, you've been
To so many audio drive and gang shootings
That you, yourself have become to the pain like me

And you check this out, have become insane from overdoses of
Well, stomach this, at the we're going right now, white boy, yeah
You, you and I, will die holding each other's
That's real, the at war, we're at war

yourself, don't be me, check your goddamn self
It's goin' down 1997, see the light, red
Rip my neighborhood at night, time is short
Homicide is the number one

Last days, last days, these are the days

So, now that all the soaked, I and you
Start to reanalyze every I ever said, am I a racist?
Or am I someone, who tells it, how the fuck it is?
Well, the of the thing is, I was raised on crime

Walking through an environment, so filled, with so hate
Honestly, I do not feel that you are to comprehend
The magnitude of the evil, but trip
There were no white faces there, black on black genocide

The only men, there were the cops that showed up
Late in the fourth, to the teenaged bodies in chalk
So who do I Do I hate you? Do I hate myself?
Or possibly, am I intelligent enough, to hold the conditions
Of the itself to blame?

Not who creates the conditions? Who stops, affirmative
And welfare? Who loves the three law?
Didn't see 'em at the million man
Or the three and fifty thousand man march

Let your tell it, there's a lotta lies out there
side ya on? Armageddon is near
I am the fourth rider of the apocalypse, game

Last days, these are the days
Last days, these are the days
days, these are the last days, last days

But, maybe I'm all wrong, maybe everything is
Maybe, all just gonna get along
Maybe, I'm trippin', life is perfect, yeah, right

Last days, these are the days
days, these are the last days
Last days, these are the last days, days

I hate you, you hate me, and does that equal?
It nothing and that's exactly what we're gonna have
Nothing, I, we don't make a change
And who am I to you anything?

I ain't nobody, but a from South Central
Who's had the opportunity to go the world
And I found out, that, all not really that different
Racism, is the number one of earth

There's only one race, the human
And if we get it together soon, this song is true
We are all living in the days