Luyện nghe bài hát White Privilege II

Pulled into the parking lot, it
Zipped up my parka, the procession of marchers
In my like, "is this awkward?
I even be here marching?"
Thinking if can't, how can I breathe?
that they chant, what do I sing?
I to take 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 place to give my two
Or I stand on the side and shut my mouth?
"No justice, no peace," okay, I'm saying
They're chanting out, "black matter," but I don't say it back
Is it for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of that look the same as me
Only by a badge, a baton, a can of Mace, a mask
A shield, a gun with gloves and that gives an alibi
In case somebody dies a bullet that flies out of the nine
Takes another child's on sight

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

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

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

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

Your silence is a
Hip-hop is not a
silence is a luxury
Hip-hop is not a
Your silence is a
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 to set us free
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