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 sub-
jected 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, the