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