Luyện nghe bài hát White Privilege Part 2

Pulled the parking lot, parked it
Zipped up my parka, joined the procession of
In my head like, "is awkward?
Should I even be marching?"
Thinking if can't, how can I breathe?
Thinking they chant, what 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 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 I don't know, so I watch and stand
In of a line of police that look the same as me
Only by a badge, a baton, a can of Mace, a mask
A shield, a gun with gloves and that gives an alibi
In case somebody dies behind a bullet that flies out of the
Takes another life on sight

Blood in the streets, no justice, no
No beliefs, no rest 'til we're free
blood in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no rest we're 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 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
You're Miley, Elvis, you're Iggy Azalea
Fake and so plastic, heisted the magic
You've taken the drums and the accent you in
Your brand of hip-hop, it's so fascist and
That Grandmaster Flash'd go it, you bastard
All the money you made
All the watered pop-bullshit version 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, can't you see now?
There's no way for you to even out
You can the march, protest, scream and shout
Get on Twitter, hashtag and seem like down
But see through it all, people believe 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 like you, to be accepted?
probably why you are out here protesting
Don't think for a you don't have incentive
Is this about you, well, then your intention?
What's the
the intention?

"Pssst, I get it
You're by yourself and the last thing you want to do is 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 Love,' oh my God, that song, brilliant
Their is gay, when that song came out
My son told his whole class he was proud
That's so cool, look you're accomplishing
Even the old mom like me likes it, 'cause it's
You're the only hip-hop that I let my listen to
you get it, all that negative stuff it isn't cool"
(Yeah?) "yeah, like, all the guns and the
The and the hoes and the gangs and the thugs
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 like we're more concerned with being called racist
Than we actually are racism
I've heard that silences are action and God knows that I've been
What if I actually read a article, actually had a
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 happened to my voice if I stay when black people are dying
Then I'm to be politically correct?
I can book a tour, sell out the tickets
Rap entrepreneur, built his own
If I'm only in this for my own self-interest, not the culture gave me a voice to begin with
Then this authentic, it is just a gimmick
The D.I.Y underdog, so
But the one the American dream fails to mention
Is I was many steps to begin with
My skin 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 a white dude in Idaho
White supremacy protects the I hold
supremacy 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 system that let off Wilson, guilty
We want to dress like, walk like, 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 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 lives?

Your silence is a
is not a luxury
Your silence is a
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 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 made to set us