Luyện nghe bài hát Last Days

Last days, days

As I stare off the and try to understand
Why you feel that I am you can do with?
How? When you and I from two totally
Polar lifestyles

Under normal circumstances, I would be you
And your parents up at gunpoint, demanding the combination
To the wall safe, while your little screams suffering
From pistol whipped pain or back at you
In a courtroom filled with absolutely none of my

Why are you here? Is this some voyeuristic
See black man sing? Or maybe, just maybe, you've been
To so many audio drive byes and shootings
That you, yourself become numb to the pain like me

And you check this out, have become from overdoses of reality
Well, this, at the rate we're going right now, white boy, yeah
You, you and I, die holding each other's throats
That's real, the at war, we're at war

yourself, don't be me, check your goddamn self
It's down 1997, see the light, red lasers
Rip through my neighborhood at night, is short
Homicide is the one sport

Last days, last days, these are the last

So, now that all the soaked, I and you
Start to reanalyze every word I said, am I a racist?
Or am I just someone, who tells it, how the it is?
Well, the of the thing is, I was raised on crime

Walking through an environment, so filled, so much hate
Honestly, I do not feel that you are to comprehend
The magnitude of the evil, but this
There were no white there, just black on black genocide

The only white men, there were the cops showed up
Late in the fourth, to the teenaged bodies in chalk
So who do I Do I hate you? Do I hate myself?
Or possibly, am I enough, to only hold the conditions
Of the ghetto to blame?

Not who creates the Who stops, affirmative action
And Who loves the three strikes law?
Didn't see 'em at the million man
Or the three hundred and thousand man march

Let your daddy tell it, there's a lotta lies out
side ya on? Armageddon is near
I am the fourth of the apocalypse, recognize game

Last days, these are the days
days, these are the last days
Last days, these are the last days, last

But, I'm all wrong, maybe everything is okay
Maybe, we're all just get along
Maybe, I'm trippin', maybe life is perfect, yeah,

days, these are the last days
Last days, these are the days
days, these are the last days, last days

I hate you, you hate me, and what does that
It equals nothing and exactly what we're gonna have
Nothing, I, we don't make a change
And who am I to you anything?

I nobody, but a brother from South Central
Who's had the to go around the world
And I found out, that, we're all not that different
Racism, is the number one enemy of

There's only one race, the human
And if we don't get it together soon, song is true
We are all living in the days