Body Count - Last Days lyrics

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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, 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 out-

line 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 wel-

fare ?

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]

CHORUS

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 enemyof

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.