Luyện nghe bài hát White Privilege II

Pulled the parking lot, parked it
Zipped up my parka, the procession of marchers
In my head like, "is awkward?
Should I be here marching?"
Thinking if they can't, how can I
Thinking they chant, what do I sing?
I want to take a stance we are not free
And then I about it, we are not "we"
Am I in the outside in, or am I in the inside looking out?
Is it my place to my two cents?
Or should I 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 know, so I watch and stand
In front of a of police that 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

in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no rest we're free
There's in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no rest 'til free
Blood in the streets, no justice, no
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 exploited and the music, the moment
The magic, the passion, the fashion, you toy
The was never yours to make better
You're Miley, you're Elvis, you're Azalea
Fake and so plastic, you've heisted the
You've taken the drums and the you rapped in
Your brand of hip-hop, so fascist and backwards
That Grandmaster Flash'd go slap it, you
All the money you made
All the watered down pop-bullshit of the culture, pal
Go buy a lawn, go with your big-ass house
Get a fence, keep people out
It's all stolen, anyway, you see that now?
no way for you to even that out
You can join the march, protest, scream and
Get on Twitter, hashtag and like you're down
But they see it all, people believe you now?
You publicly, "rest in peace, Mike Brown"
You speak equality, but do you really mean it?
Are you marching for freedom, or it's convenient?
Want people to you, want to be accepted?
That's why you are out here protesting
think for a second you don't have incentive
Is this about you, well, what's your intention?
What's the
What's the

"Pssst, I get it
by yourself and the last thing you want to do is take a picture
But seriously, my little girl you
always singing, 'I'm gonna pop some tags'
I'm not kidding, my oldest, you even got him to go
And 'One Love,' oh my God, that song,
Their aunt is gay, that song came out
My son told his whole class he was proud
That's so cool, what you're accomplishing
Even the old mom like me likes it, 'cause positive
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 and the drugs
The bitches and the 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, some of us
And most of us even paying attention
It seems we're more concerned with being called racist
Than we actually are racism
I've that silences are action and God knows that I've been passive
What if I actually read a article, had a dialogue
Actually looked at myself, got involved?
If I'm aware of my privilege and do nothing at all, I don't
Hip-hop has always political, yes
It's the reason why this connects
So what the fuck has happened to my voice if I silent when black people are dying
Then I'm trying to be correct?
I can book a whole tour, 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 authentic, it is just a gimmick
The D.I.Y underdog, so
But the one thing the American fails to mention
Is I was many ahead to begin with
My skin the hero, likeness, the image
America safe with 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
White supremacy just a white dude in Idaho
White supremacy protects the privilege I
supremacy is the soil, the foundation, the cement and the flag that flies outside of my home
White supremacy is our country's lineage, designed for us to be
My is the product of the same system that let off Darren Wilson, guilty
We to dress 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?
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?

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