Tekst:
Last days,
last days
As I stare off the stage and try to
understand why you feel that I am
someone you can id with, how?
When you and I come from two totally polar opposite lifestyles
Under normal circumstances I would be
waking you and your rich parents up at gunpoint
Demanding the combination to the wall safe
While your little sister screams suffering from pistol-whipped pain
Or looking back at you in a courtroom
filled with absolutely none of my peers
Why are you here? Is this some voyeuristic bullshit?
See black man sing?
Or maybe, just maybe, you've been subjected to so many audio drive by's
and gang shootings that you yourself have
become numb to the pain like me
And you - check this out - have become
insane from overdoses of reality
Well stomach this, at the rate we're
going right now white boy, yeah you, you
and I will die holding each other's throats
That's real, the world's at war, we're at war
Check yourself, don't be me check your goddamn self
It's goin down 1997, see the light, red
lasers rip through my neighborhood at night, 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 and
you start to reanalyze every word I ever said, am I a racist?
Or am I just someone who tells it how the fuck it is?
Well the truth of the thing is I was raised on crime
Walking through an environment so filled with so much hate,
honesty I do not feel that you are able to
comprehend the magnitude of the evil
But trip this, there were no white faces there
Just blck on black genocide
The only white men there were the cops
that showed up late in the fourth to outline
the teenaged bodies in chalk
So who do I hate? Do I hate you? Do I hate myself?
Or possibly am I intelligent enough to only
hold the conditions of the ghetto itself to blame? - Not!
Who creates the conditions?
Who stops affirmative action and welfare?
Who loves the 3 strikes law?
Didn't see 'em at the Million Man March,
Or the three hundred and fifty-thousand
man march, let your daddy tell it
There's a lotta lies out there, what side ya 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 everything is ok
Maybe we're all just gonna get along
Maybe I'm trippin, maybe life is perfect - yeah right]
I hate you, you hate me, and what does that equal?
It equals nothing, and that's exactly what we'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 South Central,
who's had the opportunity to go around the world,
and I found out that we're all not really that different
Racism is the number one enemy of earth
There's only one race, the human race,
and if we don't get it together soon, this song is true
We are all living in the last days
last days
As I stare off the stage and try to
understand why you feel that I am
someone you can id with, how?
When you and I come from two totally polar opposite lifestyles
Under normal circumstances I would be
waking you and your rich parents up at gunpoint
Demanding the combination to the wall safe
While your little sister screams suffering from pistol-whipped pain
Or looking back at you in a courtroom
filled with absolutely none of my peers
Why are you here? Is this some voyeuristic bullshit?
See black man sing?
Or maybe, just maybe, you've been subjected to so many audio drive by's
and gang shootings that you yourself have
become numb to the pain like me
And you - check this out - have become
insane from overdoses of reality
Well stomach this, at the rate we're
going right now white boy, yeah you, you
and I will die holding each other's throats
That's real, the world's at war, we're at war
Check yourself, don't be me check your goddamn self
It's goin down 1997, see the light, red
lasers rip through my neighborhood at night, 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 and
you start to reanalyze every word I ever said, am I a racist?
Or am I just someone who tells it how the fuck it is?
Well the truth of the thing is I was raised on crime
Walking through an environment so filled with so much hate,
honesty I do not feel that you are able to
comprehend the magnitude of the evil
But trip this, there were no white faces there
Just blck on black genocide
The only white men there were the cops
that showed up late in the fourth to outline
the teenaged bodies in chalk
So who do I hate? Do I hate you? Do I hate myself?
Or possibly am I intelligent enough to only
hold the conditions of the ghetto itself to blame? - Not!
Who creates the conditions?
Who stops affirmative action and welfare?
Who loves the 3 strikes law?
Didn't see 'em at the Million Man March,
Or the three hundred and fifty-thousand
man march, let your daddy tell it
There's a lotta lies out there, what side ya 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 everything is ok
Maybe we're all just gonna get along
Maybe I'm trippin, maybe life is perfect - yeah right]
I hate you, you hate me, and what does that equal?
It equals nothing, and that's exactly what we'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 South Central,
who's had the opportunity to go around the world,
and I found out that we're all not really that different
Racism is the number one enemy of earth
There's only one race, the human race,
and if we don't get it together soon, this song is true
We are all living in the last days
