last days

last days

last days

as i stare off the stage and try to understand

why you feel that i am someone you can do 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 byes 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

homicide 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

honestly

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 black 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 three 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

recognize 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 okay

maybe

we're all just gonna get along

maybe

i'm trippin'

maybe life is perfect

yeah

right

last days

these are the last days

last days

these are the last days

last days

these are the last days

last days

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