Last Days Lyrics
last days.As I stare off the stage and try tounderstand why you feel that I amsomeone you can id with, how ?When you and I come from two totallypolar opposite lifestyles.Under normal circumstances I would bewaking you and your rich parents up atgunpoint.Demanding the combination to the wallsafe.While your little sister screams sufferingfrom pistol-whipped pain.Or looking back at you in a courtroomfilled with absolutely none of my peers.Why are you here ? Is this somevoyeuristic bullshit ?See black man sing ?Or maybe, just maybe, you've been sub-jected to so many audio drive by's andgang shootings that you yourself havebecome numb to the pain like me.And you - check this out - have becomeinsane from overdoses of reality.Well stomach this, at the rate we'regoing right now white boy, yeah you, youand I will die holding each other'sthroats.That's real, the world's at war, we're atwar.Check yourself, don't be me check yourgoddamn self.It's goin down 1997, see the light, redlasers rip through my neighborhood atnight, time is short.Homocide is the number one sport.Last days,last days,these are the last days.So now that all the reality's soaked, I andyou start to reanalyze every word I eversaid, am I a racist ?Or am I just someone who tells it how thefuck it is ?Well the truth of the thing is I was raisedon crime.Walking through an environment so filledwith so much hate,honesty I do not feel that you are able tocomprehend the magnitude of the evil.But trip this, there were no white facesthere.Just blck on black genocide.The only white men there were the copsthat showed up late in the fourth to out-line the teenaged bodies in chalk.So who do I hate ? Do I hate you ? Do Ihate myself ?Or possibly am I intelligent enough to onlyhold the conditions of the ghetto itself toblame ? - Not!Who creates the conditions ?Who stops affirmative action and wel-fare ?Who loves the 3 strikes law ?Didn't see 'em at the Million Man March,Or the three hundred and fifty-thousandman march, let your daddy tell it.There's a lotta lies out there, what sideya on ?Armageddon is near,I am the fourth rider of the apocalypse,recogize game.Last days,these are the last days.Last days,these are the last days.Last days,these are the last days.Last days.[But maybe I'm all wrong, maybe everythingis ok. Maybe we're all just gonna getalong. Maybe I'm trippin, maybe life isperfect - yeah right]CHORUSI hate you, you hate me, and what doesthat equal ?It equals nothing, and that's exactly whatwe're gonna have,nothing, i we don't make a change soon,and who am I to tell you anything ?I ain't nobody but a brother from SouthCentral,who's had the opportunity to go aroundthe world,and I found out that we're all not reallythat different.Racism is the number one enemyofearth.There's only one race, the human race,and if we don't get it together soon, thissong is true.We are all living in the last days.
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