Chapter 272 Where Is The Love
Song Ya saw it very clearly. This guy Eskub is a smart guy. Facing the out-of-control Los Angeles, he decisively tore off the disguise of gang thinking and regained his well-educated rational mind.
He is a key target of the law enforcement agencies, and if he stands on the same front with those black people who have become thugs, I am afraid that the rest of his life will be ruined. What are you doing?
This ending is good. Song Ya completed the secret deal with Johnson without causing any harm to Eskub.
At noon on the 30th, Taraji turned off the blazing TV that covered the screen, and came over to help Song Ya arrange the light-colored shirt and dark-colored suit, "Chicago is also a big city, do you have to go to Chinatown? It's too dangerous gone."
From yesterday afternoon to today's noon, the fire in Los Angeles is getting bigger and bigger. Various TV stations are broadcasting the rising death toll and the number of injured. More than the Middle East battlefield.
"Song Asheng called and said that before dawn, some Chinese stores had been robbed, and some people were trying to set fires like Los Angeles."
As a time traveler, Song Ya didn't want to stand under the dangerous wall, but she sat back and watched her compatriots suffer and had a conscience. The time was too tight, so she could only try to plan carefully, "Is Pastor William here?"
"downstairs."
Pastor Allison, who was still affectionate yesterday, refused his request for help. Only Pastor William, whose influence is far less than his, was willing to come. The words of the venerable priest can help.
"Don't go too, stay at home with Fergie."
Song Ya turned around in the mirror, yes, very handsome.
"I also need to go."
Fergie yelled that she was also terrified when she saw the news last night, and she had been on the phone with her family in Los Angeles. Fortunately, the chaos was only concentrated in the urban area, especially Silla City. Because of the previous case of Xinluo shopkeepers, blacks are full of hatred towards Xinluo. Of course, part of the reason is that Xinluo runs various small shops and is the best target for robbery.
Many black people are young and old, old people, women, and children. They push the trolleys of the supermarket and snatch everything that can be snatched from the store, even toilet paper. The reporter's camera showed Fengshou's smiling face, and he didn't feel ashamed at all.
After evacuating a store,
Young black men with guns set fire to the store, and in some dark corners outside the camera, more disgusting violence was happening.
Eskub was right in saying something yesterday. There are indeed many Hispanics taking advantage of the fire. They use their dark skin as a cover, and their targets are clearer than the black group. After all, there are still many black people who are busy protesting against the Rodney King case. Trial, and they just say 'grab', there are not many chances of chaos in the world, and there will be no such shop after passing this village.
"Be obedient, this is not a media appearance or something else, no one knows if the riot will spread across the country, and you are too white."
Song Ya walked downstairs, Fei Ji followed him and took his arm, "I'm going."
"Don't make trouble, I don't have time..."
Fergie stopped talking, sticking to his arm like a gummy candy, letting him drag him along, "Okay, okay, you can go, first change your high heels, and then you can run faster. Taraji you Do you want to go too?"
He saw Taraji follow him, "You're so charming every time you make a very, very manly choice." Taraji twitched his ass and started a moan.
"Okay, okay, I really can't do anything about you."
Song Ya walked downstairs, and the well-dressed Pastor William and Susie and other family members were also watching TV. In the camera, two Silla men were standing at the door of their store and kept shooting at the crowd who came to rob. Turning to the helicopter perspective, there are many men with light and heavy weapons and turbans scattered on the roof of Silla City. Compared with the rioting crowd outside, it looks like a medieval siege.
"My God! Is this a race war?"
The hostess exclaimed exaggeratedly, as if the withdrawal of the Los Angeles police to protect Silla City had no causal relationship with the current scene.
"It was white police officers who beat Rodney King, but now it has become a war between blacks and Asians..." Song Ya did not hesitate to speculate on the lower limit of whites with the greatest malice.
"Why are they doing this, mother?" 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 went downstairs, "I'm really ashamed of those compatriots who robbed and set fire, a group of people who don't even deserve their mothers people."
What's wrong with the world, mama?
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
"Especially when they vowed to give GOOK a good look before, but they haven't even invaded their territory!" Tony yelled, "The group of softies in Los Angeles..."
"Shxt up! Tony!" Song Ya stopped him, "How about I send you to Los Angeles to help out!?"
"Don't be like Alex, I'll just talk nonsense, uh, I'm going to drive." Tony hurried out of the door.
The bullet-proof Mercedes-Benz was wrapped in the middle, and Song Ya's motorcade slowly drove out of the villa.
"Hey, APLUS, did you apply for an event venue at the corner of Clark Street? What are you going to do? Will you respond to the riots in Los Angeles?" A paparazzi approached the car fearlessly and asked, slapping the window.
I think the whole world's addicted to the drama
Only attracted to the things that'll bring the trauma
Song Ya lowered the car window, "Are you only interested in news about people hurting each other?"
"To some extent, yes!" The paparazzi was very straightforward.
Song Ya shook her head and closed the car window again.
Clark Street is not far away, and it will arrive soon, and the application for the event has been approved smoothly, especially after Song Ya personally called Mayor Daly to explain his intention.
"Hey, APLUS."
The order during the day is not bad. The place I applied for is located near the intersection, just enough to 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 it, and a grocery store not far away. It was the one who was robbed in the early morning and suffered a lot of losses. Denise, the head of the Chicago fan club, was already waiting there with the black fans who were willing to come, only a few dozen people came, and Yeremov was leading Kasiti to plan the order, and distributed the impromptu 'stop each other' Hurt' and the like.
"Thanks, Denise." Song Ya bumped her fist.
"A lot of people didn't come. They thought you were on the side of the Asians." Denise said: "A radio DJ said that what happened today exposed your heart. You who are mixed race 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...cough, 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 been burned down, "and Discrimination only fuels hatred and violence, like this."
"Hehe, I don't think anyone will take APLUS for your words?" Denise was not optimistic.
"Just wait and see." Song Ya shook hands with Song Asheng who came to greet him, and President Mei of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce.
"Thank you very much." The old man of the president was very moved and kept thanking him.
"It should."
It was still early, but Pastor William had already subconsciously stood on the small podium that Delay and others had just set up. He turned on the microphone and knocked, and there was a piercing electric sound from the tweeter brought by the A+ record. Song Ya's fans, some residents of the neighborhood and some passers-by approached.
";man! Stop these embarrassing behaviors!" He quickly entered the state and began to shout loudly, "Los Angeles is already a hell on earth, I can't look here, Chicago..." He pointed to the destroyed store front, "also Same thing happened! Please control your emotions and call out to love and God!"
Madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
Many 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, Fei Ji and others walked into the Chinese restaurant next to them, "This guy, he started shouting without many audiences. Do you still have the strength tonight?" Goodman hid in the seat by the floor-to-ceiling windows and kept watching outside. Make complaints.
"Don't worry, that's what they do." Hayden asked, "APLUS, after you help Chinatown solve this crisis, what are you going to do with the follow-up public? There will be a lot of gossip."
Song Ya, Dion Wilson, Common Sense and others clenched their fists and hugged, "Thank you for coming. There is no follow-up public relations. I plan to release a song directly to clarify my attitude. By the way, relying on this popularity, this will also be my first album. last song," he replied.
"Clarify what attitude?"
"Confused, a seventeen-year-old boy, seeing the chaos in Los Angeles, the ethnic vendettas, wanton robbery and injury, I am confused..."
Song Ya, who received the apocalypse, put her hands on her chest confidently, and talked eloquently, "I don't know who to support, I don't know who is right and who is wrong, and I don't understand the truth. But now I just want to ask A question, a big question mark. Why did things turn out like this, what happened to the United States? What happened to the various races? Is there still love in this world? People... why are they here?"
Hayden and Yeremov looked at each other, "It seems good, do you have any inspiration?"
"Paper and pen." Song Ya stretched out her hand.
Hayden took out a pen and paper and laid it out for him.
Song Ya's writing was like flying, and an accompaniment was written on the spot, "Dilai, come on."
"OK." Delay 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 expression suddenly changed, and he turned to look at Fergie beside him.
"You sing really well, and the lyrics and music are also great." Fergie was lying on the table, with her chin in her hands, looking at herself with admiration, not only her, but also Cassity and Tara who came in quietly. Kat, even the men of all ages present.
Unexpectedly, after Xiao Lizi, the second person recognized by him in the Apocalypse MV in this era turned out to be Fergie who sleeps next to his pillow every day... Could it be that she will become popular in the future?
"What's wrong?" Fergie lowered her head stupidly to check her neckline, "Did you just go away?"
"No." Song Ya's expression is complicated. In the future, she will lose baby fat, her cheeks will become thinner and her chin will become sharper... she will be much uglier than now...
it just ain't the same
old ways have changed
The world is impermanent, and he feels a little lost.
"APLUS?" The people present looked at him strangely.
"Uh, it's nothing." He shook his head, now is not the time to worry about it, "I wrote down the entire lyrics, and we'll practice here until tomorrow morning."
He wrote the lyrics and music on the spot, and distributed them on the spot, "I'm in charge of the chorus and part of the rap, Fergie, you're in charge of Where is the love, the love, my love, you have a section for Delay, you also have a section for Common Sense, Al, you Is it okay to be responsible for the last rap? Can it be done?"
In the original song, several terms about terrorists and CIA, lame gang, blood gang, and Ku Klux Klan were replaced by other terms.
Yeremov watched him write the complete lyrics and music, "Wow, wow, the perfect song, the confused questioning of the seventeen-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 understood each other. The Xiang party, who is now in a state of desperation, should like this introspective song very much.
"Let's get out of here and we'll go back and record the song, it's okay to be rough, Yeremov, I want it to be on radio stations all over Mimi by tomorrow night. And BET, and everyone else who's happy to get this song into the public eye TV station."
There is no shortage of musical instruments for those who start a record company, and everyone quickly entered the rehearsal state. This time, even the more arrogant Common Sense was impressed by Song Ya, "You are really good, APLUS."
"I know." Song Ya replied.
In the evening, the young black men who followed the protest march and rioted rushed to the side of Clark Street, and were blocked by the human wall organized by Song Ya.
The music starts.
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