Luyện nghe bài hát White Privilege Part 2

Pulled into the lot, parked it
Zipped up my parka, joined the procession of
In my like, "is this awkward?
Should I even be marching?"
Thinking if can't, how can I breathe?
that they chant, what do I sing?
I want to take a stance we are not free
And then I about it, we are not "we"
Am I in the outside in, or am I in the inside looking out?
Is it my to give my two cents?
Or I stand on the side and shut my mouth?
"No justice, no peace," okay, I'm saying
They're chanting out, "black lives matter," but I say it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I and stand
In front of a line of that look the same as me
Only by a badge, a baton, a can of Mace, a mask
A shield, a gun with gloves and that gives an alibi
In case somebody dies a bullet that flies out of the nine
Takes another child's life on

Blood in the streets, no justice, no
No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're
There's blood in the streets, no justice, no
No racist beliefs, no rest 'til free
in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're
There's blood in the streets, no justice, no
No beliefs, no rest 'til we're free

You've and stolen the music, the moment
The magic, the passion, the fashion, you toy
The culture was yours to make better
You're Miley, Elvis, you're Iggy Azalea
Fake and so plastic, you've heisted the
taken the drums and the accent you rapped in
Your brand of hip-hop, so fascist and backwards
That Grandmaster Flash'd go slap it, you
All the money you made
All the watered down pop-bullshit of the culture, pal
Go buy a big-ass lawn, go with your big-ass
Get a fence, keep people out
It's all stolen, anyway, can't you see now?
There's no way for you to even out
You can join the march, protest, scream and
Get on Twitter, hashtag and seem like you're
But they see through it all, people believe you
You said publicly, "rest in peace, Brown"
You about equality, but do you really mean it?
Are you marching for freedom, or when convenient?
Want to like you, want to be accepted?
probably why you are out here protesting
Don't think for a you don't have incentive
Is this about you, well, then your intention?
the intention?
What's the

"Pssst, I get it
You're by and the last thing you want to do is take a picture
But seriously, my little girl you
She's always singing, gonna pop some tags'
I'm not kidding, my oldest, you got him to go thrifting
And 'One Love,' oh my God, that song,
Their is gay, when that song came out
My son told his whole he was actually proud
That's so cool, what you're accomplishing
Even the old mom like me likes it, 'cause it's
You're the only hip-hop I let my kids listen to
you get it, all that negative stuff it isn't cool"
(Yeah?) "yeah, like, all the and the drugs
The bitches and the hoes and the gangs and the
Even the protest outside, so sad, and so
If a cop pulls you over, your fault if you run"
(Huh?)

Damn, a lot of opinions, a lot of confusion, a lot of
Some of us scared, of us defensive
And most of us even paying attention
It seems like more concerned with being called racist
Than we are with racism
heard that silences are action and God knows that I've been passive
What if I actually read a article, had a dialogue
Actually at myself, actually got involved?
If I'm of my privilege and do nothing at all, I don't know
Hip-hop has been political, yes
It's the reason why this music
So what the fuck has happened to my voice if I stay silent black people are dying
Then I'm trying to be politically
I can book a whole tour, sell out the
Rap entrepreneur, built his own
If I'm only in this for my own self-interest, not the culture that gave me a to begin with
Then this authentic, it is just a gimmick
The D.I.Y underdog, so
But the one thing the American dream fails to
Is I was many ahead to begin with
My skin matches the hero, likeness, the
America feels safe my music in their systems
And it's me perfect, the role, I've fulfilled it
And if I'm the hero, you know who cast as the villain
White supremacy just a white dude in Idaho
White supremacy the privilege I hold
White supremacy is the soil, the foundation, the cement and the flag that outside of my home
White is our country's lineage, designed for us to be indifferent
My success is the product of the same system that let off Wilson, guilty
We want to dress like, walk like, talk like, like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want black culture, but will we show up for black lives?
We want to like, walk like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want from black culture, but will we up for black lives?

Your is a luxury
is not a luxury
Your is a luxury
is not a luxury
Your is a luxury
is not a luxury
Your is a luxury
Hip-hop is not a
I got for me, it is for me
What we made, we to set us free
I got for me, it is for me
What we made, we to set us free
I got for me, it is for me
What we made, we to set us free