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