Luyện nghe bài hát White Privilege Part 2

Pulled into the lot, parked it
up my parka, joined the procession of marchers
In my head like, "is this
I even be here marching?"
Thinking if can't, how can I breathe?
Thinking that they chant, do I sing?
I want to take a stance 'cause we are not
And then I thought it, we are not "we"
Am I in the outside looking in, or am I in the inside looking
Is it my place to give my two
Or should I stand on the side and 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 okay for me to say? I don't know, so I and stand
In front of a line of police that the same as me
Only separated by a badge, a baton, a can of Mace, a
A shield, a gun with gloves and hands that an alibi
In case somebody dies a bullet that flies out of the nine
another child's life on sight

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

You've exploited and stolen the music, the
The magic, the passion, the fashion, you toy
The culture was never yours to make
Miley, you're Elvis, you're Iggy Azalea
Fake and so plastic, heisted the magic
You've taken the drums and the you rapped in
Your of hip-hop, it's so fascist and backwards
That Grandmaster Flash'd go it, you bastard
All the money that you
All the watered down version of the culture, pal
Go buy a big-ass lawn, go with 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 that out
You can join the march, protest, and shout
Get on Twitter, and seem like you're down
But they see through it all, 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?
people to like you, want to be accepted?
That's why you are out here protesting
Don't think for a second you don't incentive
Is this about you, well, then what's intention?
What's the
What's the

"Pssst, I get it
You're by yourself and the last thing you want to do is take a
But seriously, my little girl you
She's singing, 'I'm 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, that song came out
My son his whole class he was actually proud
That's so cool, look what accomplishing
Even the old mom like me likes it, 'cause positive
You're the hip-hop that I let my kids listen to
you get it, all that negative stuff it isn't cool"
(Yeah?) "yeah, like, all the guns and the
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
Some of us scared, of us defensive
And most of us aren't paying attention
It seems like we're more concerned with being racist
Than we actually are with
I've heard 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 privilege and do at all, I don't know
has always been political, yes
It's the reason why music connects
So what the fuck has happened to my voice if I stay when black people are dying
Then I'm trying to be politically
I can book a whole tour, sell out the
Rap entrepreneur, built his own
If I'm only in for my own self-interest, not the culture that gave me a voice to begin with
Then this isn't authentic, it is a gimmick
The D.I.Y underdog, so
But the one thing the dream fails to mention
Is I was many steps ahead to with
My matches the hero, likeness, the image
America feels safe with my in their systems
And it's suited me perfect, the role, I've it
And if I'm the hero, you who gets cast as the villain
White supremacy isn't just a dude in Idaho
supremacy protects the privilege I hold
White is the soil, the foundation, the cement and the flag that flies outside of my home
White supremacy is our country's lineage, for us to be indifferent
My success is the product of the same that let off Darren Wilson, guilty
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
We want to dress like, walk like, talk like, dance like, yet we just by
We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black

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