Last Days

Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky

(chorus)
We leaving in Last Days
What you seeing is last days

We leaving in Last Days
What you seeing is last days

A generation of lost MC's with no substance in rhymes
Telling me I'm hating, need to change with the times.
Friends telling me to dumb down lines, we can't find our own identity here in Caroline.
If you can't be them, join them, ain't that the saying bro ?
No !
I rather bore them with a Ill ass flow.

Take the next man's creative ability for my own jam and smother mines
Well I'll be Damned
If you want to know how life is check out the music.
It's like vinyl siding replace bricks.

Legends who been rhyming now use bullshit to crutch
so they're own hands keep they're own career's in a clutch.
Radio I listen not much, minds it never touch, only ass and cash
Here today and then they gone fast.
All you hear is nigga's run up in your home.
Tie your fam up and then they taking all that you own.

Steel up in your face like man give it up,
but if you broke as they are you still getting shot up.
I can't find a J-O-B to feed my family
Pray to G-O-D then I grad the M-I-C.

From hurricanes to strong winds and rain
To the once promising brother who change to a nigga brain.
Petifiles walk around on playgrounds and schools
Bobbie trapping kids with candy, but need a blood pool.

Give me a book, some faith, and ah inner look.
Bless my soul, I attend rock shows.
Man flipped out and killed his coworkers, turn the gun on himself and said he's beyond help.
Mother strangled her kids and put them in the trunk.
Where's the love at and athletes stay drunk.
Gas price sky high
I wonder why ?
Is it my turn or your turn to die.

Yo out the question I'm the fire that's burning down to the maze
God witness cause I see all the last days
I'm intelligent wise, I keep it in surprise
It ain't my turn, it's your turn to die nigga
(repeat)

We living in Last Days

Aussi bien que la vie me donne tort
Aussi bien que la terre
Pourra tourner encore
Si je suis le centre et toi le bord
Tu me regardes au loin
Et malgré tes efforts,
Je suis la marée haute, le vent du nord
La plus fière des vagues
De quoi virer de bord
Garde scellé ce vase de Pandore,
Je pourrais bien t’avoir
Je suis ton mauvais sort
Quand on est amoureux (x2)
Peut-on vraiment lutter contre son corps
On se couvre les yeux
Presque en dernier ressors
Mérite-tu toutes ces métaphores
Quand on est amoureux
Les soupçons s’évaporent
Quand on est amoureux (x2)
Garde toi bien de me juger à tort
La mémoire longue, et un coeur forgé d’or
Garde toi bien de me juger à tort
Garde toi bien, Garde toi bien
Quand on est amoureux (x4)