Luyện nghe bài hát White Privilege Part 2

Pulled into the parking lot, it
Zipped up my parka, joined the of marchers
In my like, "is this awkward?
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 in, or am I in the inside 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
chanting out, "black lives 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 look the same as me
separated by a badge, a baton, a can of Mace, a mask
A shield, a gun with gloves and hands gives an alibi
In case dies behind a bullet that flies out of the nine
Takes another child's life on

Blood in the streets, no justice, no
No racist beliefs, no rest we're free
There's blood in the streets, no justice, no
No beliefs, no rest 'til 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 yours to make better
You're Miley, you're Elvis, you're Azalea
and so plastic, you've heisted the magic
You've taken the drums and the you rapped in
brand of hip-hop, it's so fascist and backwards
That Grandmaster 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
all stolen, anyway, can't 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 down
But they see through it all, people believe you
You said publicly, "rest in peace, Brown"
You speak equality, but do you really mean it?
Are you marching for freedom, or when it's
Want people to like you, want to be
probably why you are out here protesting
Don't think for a second you have incentive
Is this about you, well, what's your intention?
What's the
the intention?

"Pssst, I get it
You're by yourself and the 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 got him to go thrifting
And Love,' oh my God, that song, brilliant
Their aunt is gay, when song came out
My son told his whole class he was proud
so cool, look what you're accomplishing
Even the old mom me likes it, 'cause it's positive
You're the only hip-hop I let my kids listen to
'Cause you get it, all that negative stuff it 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 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 even paying
It seems like we're more concerned with being racist
we actually are with racism
I've heard that silences are action and God knows that been passive
What if I read a article, actually had a dialogue
Actually at myself, actually got involved?
If I'm aware of my privilege and do nothing at all, I know
Hip-hop has 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 politically
I can book a tour, sell out the tickets
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 just a
The D.I.Y underdog, so
But the one thing the American dream fails to
Is I was many steps ahead to with
My skin matches the hero, likeness, the
America feels safe with my music in their
And it's me perfect, the role, I've fulfilled it
And if I'm the hero, you who gets cast as the villain
supremacy isn't just a white dude in Idaho
White supremacy the privilege I hold
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 to dress like, walk like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want black culture, but will we show up for black lives?
We want to like, walk like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by
We take all we from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?

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