Luyện nghe bài hát White Privilege Part 2

Pulled the parking lot, parked it
Zipped up my parka, joined the of marchers
In my head like, "is awkward?
Should I even be 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 then I about it, we are not "we"
Am I in the looking in, or am I in the inside looking out?
Is it my place to my two cents?
Or should I stand on the 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 okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and
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 gives an alibi
In case somebody dies behind a that flies out of the nine
Takes another life on sight

in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no rest we're free
There's blood in the streets, no justice, no
No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're
Blood in the streets, no justice, no
No racist beliefs, no 'til we're 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 was never yours to make better
Miley, you're Elvis, you're Iggy Azalea
Fake and so plastic, you've heisted the
You've taken the drums and the you rapped 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 down pop-bullshit of the culture, pal
Go buy a big-ass lawn, go with your house
Get a fence, keep 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, scream and
Get on Twitter, hashtag and seem like you're
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 convenient?
people to like you, want to be accepted?
That's why you are out here protesting
Don't think for a second you have incentive
Is about you, well, then what's your intention?
What's the
the intention?

"Pssst, I get it
You're by and the last thing you want to do is take a picture
But seriously, my little loves you
She's always singing, 'I'm pop some tags'
I'm not kidding, my oldest, you even got him to go
And 'One Love,' oh my God, that song,
aunt is gay, when that song came out
My son his whole class he was actually proud
so cool, look what you're accomplishing
Even the old mom like me likes it, 'cause it's
You're the only hip-hop 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 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, some of us
And most of us aren't even paying
It seems like we're concerned with being called racist
Than we actually are racism
I've heard silences are action and God knows that I've been passive
if I actually read a article, actually had a dialogue
Actually looked at myself, actually got
If I'm aware of my and do nothing at all, I don't know
has always been political, yes
It's the reason why music connects
So what the fuck has to my voice if I stay silent when black people are dying
Then I'm trying to be 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 that 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 skin matches the hero, likeness, the
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 gets as the villain
supremacy isn't just a white dude in Idaho
White supremacy protects the privilege I
White supremacy is the soil, the foundation, the cement and the flag that flies of my home
supremacy is our country's lineage, designed for us to be indifferent
My success is the product of the same system let off Darren Wilson, guilty
We want to like, walk 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 like, walk like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by
We all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?

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