Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Days, artist - Body Count. Album song Violent Demise: The Last Days, in the genre Ню-метал
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
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) |
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 |