Luyện nghe bài hát Last Days

Last days, days

As I stare off the and try to understand
Why you that I am someone you can do with?
How? When you and I come from two
opposite lifestyles

Under normal circumstances, I would be you
And your rich parents up at gunpoint, demanding the
To the wall safe, while your little screams suffering
From pistol pain or looking back at you
In a courtroom filled with absolutely of my peers

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

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

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

Last days, last days, are the last days

So, now that all the soaked, I and you
Start to every word I ever 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

through an environment, so filled, with so much hate
Honestly, I do not feel you are able to comprehend
The of the evil, but trip this
There were no white faces there, just black on black

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

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

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

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

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

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

I you, you hate me, and what does that equal?
It equals and that's exactly what we're gonna have
Nothing, I, we make a change soon
And who am I to you anything?

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

There's only one race, the human
And if we get it together soon, this song is true
We are all in the last days