Luyện nghe bài hát White Privilege II

Pulled into the lot, parked it
Zipped up my parka, joined the procession of
In my like, "is this awkward?
Should I be here marching?"
Thinking if can't, how can I breathe?
Thinking that they chant, do I sing?
I want to a stance 'cause we are not free
And I thought about it, we are not "we"
Am I in the outside looking in, or am I in the looking out?
Is it my to give my two cents?
Or should I stand on the side and my mouth?
"No justice, no peace," okay, I'm that
They're chanting out, "black lives matter," but I say it back
Is it okay for me to say? I know, so I watch and stand
In of a line of police that look the same as me
separated by a badge, a baton, a can of Mace, a mask
A shield, a gun with and hands that gives an alibi
In case somebody dies behind a bullet flies out of the nine
Takes another child's on sight

Blood in the streets, no justice, no
No beliefs, no rest 'til we're free
There's in the streets, no justice, no peace
No beliefs, no rest 'til we're free
Blood in the streets, no justice, no
No racist beliefs, no rest 'til free
There's in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no 'til we're free

You've exploited and stolen the music, the
The magic, the passion, the fashion, you toy
The culture was yours to make better
You're Miley, you're Elvis, you're Iggy
Fake and so plastic, you've the magic
You've the drums and the accent you rapped in
Your brand of hip-hop, it's so and backwards
That Grandmaster go slap it, you bastard
All the money that you
All the down pop-bullshit version of the culture, pal
Go buy a lawn, go with your big-ass house
Get a fence, keep people out
It's all stolen, anyway, can't you see that
There's no way for you to even out
You can join the march, protest, scream and
Get on Twitter, and seem like you're down
But they see through it all, people you now?
You publicly, "rest in peace, Mike Brown"
You speak about equality, but do you mean it?
Are you marching for freedom, or when convenient?
people to like you, want to be accepted?
That's probably why you are out protesting
Don't think for a you don't have incentive
Is this about you, well, then what's intention?
What's the
the intention?

"Pssst, I get it
You're by yourself and the last thing you want to do is a picture
But seriously, my girl loves you
She's always singing, gonna pop some tags'
I'm not kidding, my oldest, you got him to go thrifting
And 'One Love,' oh my God, that song,
Their aunt is gay, when that song out
My son his whole class he was actually proud
That's so cool, look you're accomplishing
Even the old mom like me it, 'cause it's positive
You're the only hip-hop that I let my kids to
you get it, all that negative stuff it isn't cool"
(Yeah?) "yeah, like, all the guns and the
The bitches and the and the gangs and the thugs
Even the outside, so sad, and so dumb
If a cop you over, it's your fault if you run"
(Huh?)

Damn, a lot of opinions, a lot of confusion, a lot of
Some of us scared, some of us
And of us aren't even paying attention
It seems like we're more concerned with being called
Than we actually are racism
I've heard that silences are action and God knows that I've been
What if I read a article, actually had a dialogue
Actually looked at myself, actually got
If I'm of my privilege and do nothing at all, I don't know
Hip-hop has always political, yes
It's the reason why this connects
So what the fuck has happened to my voice if I stay when black people are dying
Then I'm to be politically correct?
I can a whole tour, sell out the tickets
Rap entrepreneur, his own business
If I'm only in this for my own self-interest, not the culture that me a voice to begin with
Then this isn't authentic, it is just a
The D.I.Y underdog, so
But the one thing the dream fails to mention
Is I was many steps to begin with
My skin matches the hero, likeness, the
America feels safe my music in their systems
And suited me perfect, the role, I've fulfilled it
And if I'm the hero, you know who gets as the villain
White supremacy just a white dude in Idaho
White supremacy the privilege I hold
supremacy is the soil, the foundation, the cement and the flag that flies outside of my home
White is our country's lineage, designed for us to be indifferent
My success is the product of the same system that let off Wilson, guilty
We want to dress like, walk like, like, dance like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want from black culture, but we show up for black lives?
We want to dress like, walk like, talk like, like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black

silence is a luxury
Hip-hop is not a
silence is a luxury
Hip-hop is not a
Your is a luxury
Hip-hop is not a
Your silence is a
Hip-hop is not a
I got for me, it is for me
What we made, we made to set us
I got for me, it is for me
What we made, we to set us free
I got for me, it is for me
What we made, we to set us free