Luyện nghe bài hát White Privilege Part 2

Pulled into the parking lot, it
up my parka, joined the procession of marchers
In my head like, "is awkward?
I even be here marching?"
Thinking if they can't, how can I
Thinking that they chant, do I sing?
I want to take a 'cause we are not free
And then I thought it, we are not "we"
Am I in the outside looking in, or am I in the inside out?
Is it my to give my two cents?
Or I stand on the side and shut my mouth?
"No justice, no peace," okay, I'm that
They're chanting out, "black matter," but I don't say it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I and stand
In front of a line of police that look the as me
Only separated by a badge, a baton, a can of Mace, a
A shield, a gun with gloves and hands that gives an
In somebody dies behind a bullet that flies out of the nine
Takes another life on sight

in the streets, no justice, no peace
No beliefs, no rest 'til we're free
There's in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no rest 'til free
Blood in the streets, no justice, no
No racist beliefs, no rest we're free
There's in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no rest 'til 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, Iggy Azalea
and so plastic, you've heisted the magic
You've taken the drums and the you rapped in
Your brand of hip-hop, it's so fascist and
Grandmaster 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 lawn, go with your big-ass house
Get a big-ass fence, keep out
It's all stolen, anyway, you see that now?
no way for you to even that out
You can the march, protest, scream and shout
Get on Twitter, hashtag and seem like down
But they see through it all, people you now?
You said publicly, "rest in peace, Brown"
You about equality, but do you really mean it?
Are you marching for freedom, or when it's
Want people to you, want 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 what's your
the intention?
What's the

"Pssst, I get it
by yourself and the last thing you want 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 even got him to go
And 'One Love,' oh my God, song, brilliant
Their aunt is gay, when song came out
My son told his class he was actually proud
so cool, look what you're accomplishing
Even the old mom like me likes it, 'cause positive
You're the only hip-hop that I let my kids to
'Cause you get it, all that negative it isn't cool"
(Yeah?) "yeah, like, all the and the drugs
The bitches and the hoes and the gangs and the
the protest outside, so sad, and so dumb
If a cop pulls you over, it's your if you run"
(Huh?)

Damn, a lot of opinions, a lot of confusion, a lot of
of us scared, some of us defensive
And most of us aren't even paying
It seems we're more concerned with being called racist
Than we are with racism
heard that silences are action and God knows that I've been passive
What if I actually read a article, had a dialogue
Actually looked at myself, got involved?
If I'm aware of my and do nothing at all, I don't know
Hip-hop has been political, yes
the reason why this music connects
So what the has happened to my voice if I stay silent when black people are dying
Then I'm trying to be correct?
I can book a 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 gave me a voice to begin
Then isn't authentic, it is just a gimmick
The D.I.Y underdog, so
But the one the American dream fails to mention
Is I was steps ahead to begin with
My skin the hero, likeness, the image
America feels with my music in their systems
And suited me perfect, the role, I've fulfilled it
And if I'm the hero, you who gets cast as the villain
White supremacy just a white dude in Idaho
White protects the privilege I hold
White supremacy is the soil, the foundation, the cement and the 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 that let off Darren Wilson, guilty
We want to dress like, like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for lives?
We want to dress like, walk like, talk like, dance like, yet we stand by
We take all we want black culture, but will we show up for black lives?

silence is a luxury
Hip-hop is not a
silence is a luxury
Hip-hop is not a
Your silence is a
is not a luxury
Your is a luxury
is not a luxury
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