Luyện nghe bài hát White Privilege Part 2

Pulled the parking lot, parked it
Zipped up my parka, the procession of marchers
In my like, "is this awkward?
Should I even be marching?"
Thinking if they can't, how can I
Thinking that they chant, what do I
I want to take a 'cause we are not free
And I thought about 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 that
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 front of a line of police that look the as me
separated by a badge, a baton, a can of Mace, a mask
A shield, a gun with gloves and hands that gives an
In case somebody dies behind a bullet that flies out of the
another child's life on sight

Blood in the streets, no justice, no
No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're
There's in the streets, no justice, no peace
No beliefs, no rest 'til we're free
Blood in the streets, no justice, no
No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're
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 better
You're Miley, you're Elvis, you're Azalea
Fake and so plastic, you've the magic
You've the drums and the accent you rapped in
Your of hip-hop, it's so fascist and backwards
That Grandmaster go slap it, you bastard
All the money that you
All the watered down pop-bullshit of the culture, pal
Go buy a big-ass lawn, go with your house
Get a big-ass fence, keep out
It's all stolen, anyway, can't you see that
no way for you to even that out
You can join the march, protest, scream and
Get on Twitter, hashtag and seem you're down
But they see it all, people believe you now?
You publicly, "rest in peace, Mike Brown"
You about equality, but do you really mean it?
Are you marching for freedom, or it's convenient?
Want to like you, want to be accepted?
That's probably why you are out protesting
Don't think for a second you don't have
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 loves you
She's 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,
aunt is gay, when that song came out
My son told his whole he was actually proud
That's so cool, look what you're
Even the old mom like me likes it, 'cause it's
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 and the drugs
The bitches and the hoes and the gangs and the
Even the outside, so sad, and so dumb
If a cop pulls you over, it's your 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 even paying attention
It seems like 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 read a article, actually had a dialogue
Actually looked at myself, actually got
If I'm aware of my privilege and do nothing at all, I know
has always been political, yes
It's the why this music connects
So what the fuck has happened to my if I stay silent when black people are dying
Then I'm trying to be correct?
I can book a whole tour, out the tickets
Rap entrepreneur, his own business
If I'm in this 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 begin
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 know who gets as the villain
White supremacy isn't a white dude in Idaho
White protects the privilege I hold
White supremacy is the soil, the foundation, the cement and the flag that flies outside of my
supremacy is our country's lineage, designed 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, talk like, like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for lives?
We want to dress like, walk like, talk like, dance like, yet we stand by
We take all we want from culture, but will we show up for black lives?

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