Last Days - Body Count

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)

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