Luyện nghe bài hát White Privilege II

Pulled into the lot, parked it
Zipped up my parka, joined the of marchers
In my head like, "is this
Should I be here marching?"
Thinking if they can't, how can I
that they chant, what 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 saying
chanting out, "black lives matter," but I don't 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 that flies out of the nine
Takes child's life 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 racist beliefs, no rest we're free
in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no rest 'til free
There's blood in the streets, no justice, no
No racist beliefs, no rest 'til free

You've and stolen the music, the moment
The magic, the passion, the fashion, you toy
The culture was never yours to better
You're Miley, you're Elvis, you're Azalea
Fake and so plastic, you've heisted the
You've the drums and the accent you rapped in
Your of hip-hop, it's so fascist and backwards
That Grandmaster go slap it, you bastard
All the money you made
All the watered down version of the culture, pal
Go buy a big-ass lawn, go your big-ass house
Get a big-ass fence, people out
all stolen, anyway, can't you see that now?
There's no way for you to even out
You can the march, protest, scream and shout
Get on Twitter, hashtag and seem you're down
But they see through it all, people believe you
You publicly, "rest in peace, Mike Brown"
You speak about equality, but do you mean it?
Are you marching for freedom, or when it's
Want people to like you, to be accepted?
That's why you are out here protesting
Don't think for a second you have incentive
Is this about you, well, then your intention?
the intention?
What's the

"Pssst, I get it
You're by yourself and the last thing you to do is take a picture
But seriously, my little girl you
She's always singing, 'I'm gonna pop tags'
I'm not kidding, my oldest, you got him to go thrifting
And Love,' oh my God, that song, brilliant
Their aunt is gay, that song came out
My son told his whole he was actually proud
That's so cool, what you're accomplishing
Even the old mom me likes it, 'cause it's positive
the only hip-hop 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 bitches and the and the gangs and the thugs
Even the outside, so sad, and so dumb
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, some of us
And most of us even paying attention
It seems like more concerned with being called racist
Than we actually are with
heard that silences are action and God knows that I've been passive
What if I actually a article, actually had a dialogue
Actually at myself, actually got involved?
If I'm aware of my privilege and do at all, I don't know
has always been political, yes
It's the why this music connects
So the fuck has happened to my voice if I stay silent when black people are dying
Then I'm to be politically correct?
I can a whole tour, sell out the tickets
Rap entrepreneur, built his own
If I'm in this for my own self-interest, not the culture that gave 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 ahead to begin
My skin the hero, likeness, the image
America feels safe my music in their systems
And it's suited me perfect, the role, I've it
And if I'm the hero, you know who cast as the villain
White supremacy isn't just a white dude in
White protects the privilege I hold
White supremacy is the soil, the foundation, the cement and the that flies outside of my home
supremacy is our country's lineage, designed for us to be indifferent
My success is the product of the same system that let off Darren Wilson,
We want to dress like, walk like, talk like, dance like, yet we just by
We all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?
We want to dress like, like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want from black culture, but we show up for black lives?

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