Chicago 1990

Song Ya was very accurate. Escobe was a smart man. Facing Los Angeles that was out of control, he decisively tore off the disguise of gang thinking and recovered the well-educated rational mind.

He is the key target of the law enforcement unit. If he stands on the same front with the black people who have become thugs, I am afraid that he will be finished in the second half of his life. There is nothing to do for a while. If such a big thing happens, who still wants to care about a singer at the moment? What are you doing?

This ended well, Song Ya completed the secret trade with Johnson without causing any harm to Escobe.

At noon on the 30th, Taraji turned off the TV, which was full of flames, and walked over to help Song Ya sort out his light-colored shirts and dark suits. "Chicago is also getting a lot of trouble. Do you have to go to Chinatown? Too dangerous. Up."

From yesterday afternoon to today’s noon, the fire in Los Angeles has become more and more intense. Various TV stations are reporting the rising number of deaths and injuries. The elephant party’s credit for winning the Gulf War just disappeared within a day, because the local deaths and injuries occurred. There are more battlefields than the Middle East.

"Song Asheng called and said that before dawn, a Chinese-American store had been robbed, and some people tried to learn from Los Angeles and set fire."

As a traverser, Song Ya didn't want to stand under the dangerous wall, but it was unlucky to sit and watch his compatriots and his conscience was too tight. Time was too tight, so he could only try his best to plan carefully, "Is Pastor William here?"

"downstairs."

Pastor Allison, who was still intimate yesterday, refused his help. Only Pastor William, who was far less influential than his, was willing to come. For the red-eyed young black men, except for their mothers, only in the community The prestigious pastor can speak effectively.

"Don't go, you stay at home with Fergie."

Song Ya turned around in the mirror, not bad, very handsome.

"I also need to go."

Fergie exclaimed that she was also frightened when she saw the news last night. She has been on the phone with her family in Los Angeles. Fortunately, the chaos is only concentrated in the urban area, especially in Silla.Because of the previous case of the Silla shopkeeper, the blacks were full of hatred for the Silla. Of course, part of the reason was that the Silla opened a variety of small shops and was the best target for robbery.

Many blacks helped the old and the young, the elderly, women, and children. They pushed the supermarket carts to snatch everything that could be taken away from the store, including toilet paper. Some people simply drove to pretend to be enough. They faced The reporter's camera showed a smiling face with a bumper harvest, and he didn't feel ashamed.

After evacuating a shop, young black men with guns set fire to burn the shop. In some dark corners outside the camera, even more disgusting violence was taking place.

Yesterday, Es Cube was right. There are indeed many Hispanics who took advantage of the fire. They used their dark complexion as a cover. They had a clearer goal than the black community. After all, there are still many black people busy protesting the Rodney King case. Trial, and they just "rob" one word, there are not many chances of chaos in the world, there will be no shop after passing this village.

"Observe, it's not about the media showing up or anything else. No one knows if the riot will spread all over the country, and you are too white."

Song Ya walked downstairs, Fergie followed and took his arm, "I'm going."

"Don't make trouble, I don't have time..."

Fergie stopped talking, and stuck to his arm like a gummy, letting him drag along, "Okay, okay, you can go, first change your high heels, then you can run faster. Taraji, you Do you want to go too?"

He saw Taraji also follow, "Every time you make a very, very Man's decision, it is too charming." Taraji twisted his hips and started a commotion.

"Okay, okay, I really can't help you."

Song Ya walked downstairs. The well-dressed Pastor William, Susie and other family members were also watching TV. In the camera, two Sloan men were standing in front of their store, shooting at the robbery crowd. Turning to the helicopter perspective, the roofs of Silla City are scattered with figures of men holding light weapons and wearing turbans. In contrast with the rioting crowd outside, they look like a medieval siege.

"Oh my God! Is this a race war?"

The hostess exclaimed in exaggeration, as if the Los Angeles police withdrew to protect the police force in Silla City, and there is no causal relationship between the current scene.

"It was originally a white police officer who fought Rodney King, but now it has become a war between blacks and Asians..." Song Yabubu speculated the lower limit of whites with the greatest malice.

"Why are they doing this, Mom?" Little Emily asked Aunt Susie.

"This world is very problematic. There are big problems." Even Pastor William couldn't answer. He glanced at Song Ya who was downstairs. "I am really ashamed of those compatriots who rob and set fire. A group of people who don't even have a mother. people."

What's wrong with the world, mama?

People livin' like they ain't got no mamas

"Especially because they vowed to show GOOK a good look before, but now they haven't even attacked other people's turf!" Tony shouted, "The softies in Los Angeles..."

"Shxt up! Tony!" Song Ya stopped him, "how about I send you to Los Angeles to help out!?"

"Don't do that, Alex, I just babble, uh, I'm going to drive." Tony hurriedly escaped the door.

The bulletproof Mercedes was wrapped in the middle, and Song Ya's motorcade slowly left the villa.

"Hey, APLUS, did you apply for a venue at Clark Street? What are you going to do? Will you respond to the riots in Los Angeles?" A paparazzi drove up to the car without fear of death, flapping the window and asked.

I think the whole world's addicted to the drama

Only attracted to the things that'll bring the trauma

Song Ya lowered the window, "Are you only interested in news about people hurting each other?"

"In a way, yes!" The paparazzi was very upright.

Song Ya shook his head and closed the window again.

Clark Street was not far away and arrived soon. The application for the event went smoothly, especially after Song Ya personally called Mayor Daley to explain his intentions.

"Hey, APLUS."

The order during the day is okay. The place applied for is located near the entrance of the street, which can just guard the entrance of Chinatown. There is a small open space that can accommodate three to five people. There is a Chinese restaurant next to the bank and a grocery store not far away. It was the one who was robbed in the early morning and suffered a lot of losses.The head of the Chicago Fan Club, Dany, has waited there with black fans who are willing to come. Only a few dozen people have arrived. Yeremov is taking Cassiti to plan the order and distribute the temporary "stop each other." Slogans like'harm'.

"Thanks, Denise." Song Ya fisted her.

"A lot of people didn't come, they thought you were on the Asian side." Denise said: "A radio DJ said that today's events exposed your heart. You, who are mixed, actually love the other side."

But if you only got love for your own ways

Then you only leave space to discriminate

To discriminate only generates hate

And when you hate, then you're bound to get irate

"Uh... ahem, Denise, if you only love your own people, then you can't completely eliminate discrimination, can you?" Song Ya pointed to a store in Chinatown that had already burned its doors, "and Discrimination only fuels hatred and violence, just like this."

"Hehe, I don't think anyone will take your words like APLUS?" Denise was not optimistic.

"Wait and see." Song Ya shook hands with Song Asheng and President Mei of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce.

"Thank you, thank you." The elder of the guild elder was very moved and kept thanking.

"It should be."

It was still early, but Pastor William had already subconsciously stood on the small podium that Dile and others had just set up. He turned on the microphone and tapped, and there was a harsh current from the tweeter brought by the A+ record.Song Ya fans and some neighborhood residents and some passersby approached.

";Man! Stop these embarrassing behaviors!" He quickly entered the state and began to scream, "Los Angeles is already a hell on earth, I can't look at here, Chicago..." He pointed to the face of the destroyed store, "Yes. The same thing happens! Please control your emotions and call for love and God!"

Madness is what you demonstrate

And that's exactly how anger works and operates

Man ya gotta have love, this'll set us straight

Take control of your mind and meditate

Let your soul gravitate, to the love ya'll

Song Ya, Fergie and others walked into the nearby Chinese restaurant, "This guy, there are not many listeners, so he started shouting, do you have any strength at night?" Hiding on the seat by the floor-to-ceiling window, he kept watching Goodman outside. Make complaints.

"Don't worry, they are in this business." Hayden asked, "APLUS, after you helped Chinatown solve this crisis, how are you going to do follow-up public? There will be a lot of gossip."

Song Ya, Dion Wilson, Common Sense and others cried fists and embraced, "Thank you for coming. There is no follow-up PR. I plan to post a song directly to clarify my attitude. By the way, I will post on this hot topic. This will also be my first special. The last song." He replied.

"Explain what attitude?"

"Confused, a seventeen-year-old boy, seeing the chaos in Los Angeles, the homicide of the race, the wanton robbery and injury, I am confused..."

Song Ya, who received the apocalypse, pressed his hands on his chest confidently and talked freely, "I don't know who to support, who is right and who is wrong, and I don't understand much truth. But now I just want to ask. A question, a big question mark. Why did things turn out to be like this? What happened to the U.S.? What problems have happened between the various races? Is there still great love in this world? People...why come to this?"

Hayden and Yeremov looked at each other, "It looks good, do you have inspiration?"

"Paper and pen." Song Ya stretched out his hand.

Hayden took out the paper and pen and laid it out for him.

Song Ya's pen was flying, and a piece of accompaniment waved on the spot, "Dila, come on."

"OK." Dile tried three times before starting.

People killin'

People dyin'

Children hurt and you hear them crying

Will you practice what you preach

Or would you turn the other cheek

Father father father, help us

Send some guidance from above

These people got me got me '

Where is the love?

Where is the love?

Where is the love?

Where is the love, the love, my love

When he sang this, his face suddenly changed and he turned to look at Fergie next to him.

"You sing so well, and the lyrics and music are great." Fergie was lying on the table with her chin in her hands, looking at herself with admiration, not only her, but also Cassiti and Tara who came in quietly. Ji, even the men of all ages present.

Unexpectedly, after Xiao Lizi, the second person recognized by him in the Apocalypse MV in this era was Fergie, who sleeps next to her pillow every day... Will she be popular in the future?

"What's the matter?" Fergie looked down stupidly and checked her neckline. "Did it run out just now?"

"No." Song Ya's expression is complicated. In the future, she will lose the fat of the baby, her cheeks will become thinner and her chin will become sharp...more uglier than now...

it just ain't the same

old ways have changed

Things are impermanent, and he feels a little lost.

"APLUS?" The people present looked at him strangely.

"Uh, nothing." He shook his head. It's not the time to struggle with this. "I'll write down the entire lyrics and music, and we'll be practicing here, just to stay until tomorrow morning."

He wrote lyrics and music on the spot, and distributed them on the spot, "I am in charge of the chorus and part of the RAP, Fergie, you are in charge of the words Where is the love, the love, my love, Dilly, you have a paragraph, you have Common Sense, Al, you Can I be responsible for the last RAP? Can it be done?"

In the original song, he replaced several terms about terrorists and the CIA, the lame gang, the blood gang, and the KKK with other terms.

Yeremov watched him write the complete lyrics and music, "Wow, oh oh, perfect song, the confused questioning of the 17-year-old boy, perfectly avoiding all specific issues, but it fits the mood of the American public now, and..."

He and Song Ya looked at each other and they knew each other. Now the battered Elephant Party would like this song that promotes introspection.

"Leave here, we will go back and record the song. It doesn't matter if it is rough, Yeremov, I want it to appear on radio stations across the meter by tomorrow night. There is also BET, and everyone else who is happy to make this song into the public eye. TV station."

Those who open a record company will not lack musical instruments. Everyone quickly enters the rehearsal state. This time, even the more arrogant Common Sense was convinced by Song Ya, "You are really good, APLUS."

"I know." Song Ya replied.

In the evening, the young black men who were protesting and making trouble rushed to the side of Clark Street, blocked by a wall organized by Song Ya.

The music plays.

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder

as I'm getting older, ya'll people gets colder

most of us only care about money makin'

selfishness got us followin the wrong

wrong ;always shown by the media

negative images is the main criteria

infecting the young minds faster than bacteria

kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema

whatever happened to the values ​​of humanity?

whatever happened to the fairness and equality

instead of spreading love we spreadin' animosity

lack of understandin' leading us away from unity

that's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under

that's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down

It's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under

gotta keep my faith alive till love is found

now ask yourself

People killin'

People dyin'

Children hurt and you hear them crying

Will you practice what you preach

Or would you turn the other cheek

Father father father, help us

Send some guidance from above

These people got me got me '

Where is the love?

Where is the love?

Where is the love?

Where is the love, the love, my love