Body Count - Last Days Lyrics
Last days,last days.As I stare off the stage and try tounderstand why you feel that I amsomeone you can id with, how ?When you and I come from two totallypolar opposite lifestyles.Under normal circumstances I would bewaking you and your rich parents up atgunpoint.Demanding the combination to the wallsafe.While your little sister screams sufferingfrom pistol-whipped pain.Or looking back at you in a courtroomfilled with absolutely none of my peers.Why are you here ? Is this somevoyeuristic bullshit ?See black man sing ?Or maybe, just maybe, you've been sub-jected to so many audio drive by's andgang shootings that you yourself havebecome numb to the pain like me.And you - check this out - have becomeinsane from overdoses of reality.Well stomach this, at the rate we'regoing right now white boy, yeah you, youand I will die holding each other'sthroats.That's real, the world's at war, we're atwar.Check yourself, don't be me check yourgoddamn self.It's goin down 1997, see the light, redlasers rip through my neighborhood atnight, 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 andyou start to reanalyze every word I eversaid, am I a racist ?Or am I just someone who tells it how the***** it is ?Well the truth of the thing is I was raisedon crime.Walking through an environment so filledwith so much hate,honesty I do not feel that you are able tocomprehend the magnitude of the evil.But trip this, the
