Song Ya saw it very accurately, this guy Escubus is a smart person, and in the face of the runaway Los Angeles, he decisively tore off the camouflage of gang thinking and found the well-educated rational mind.

He is the key figure of the law enforcement unit, and if he stands on the same front as those black people who have become thugs, I am afraid that the rest of his life will be over, and it is nothing to coax for a while, such a big thing happens, who still cares about what a singer is doing at the moment?

It was a good ending, as Song Ya completed the secret deal with Johnson without causing any harm to Escuber.

At noon on the 30th, Tarragi turned off the TV set that was crawling all over the picture in the raging fire, and came over to help Song Ya sort out the light shirt and dark suit, "Chicago is also making a big fuss, do you have to go to Chinatown?" It's too dangerous. ”

From yesterday afternoon to noon today, the fire in Los Angeles grew bigger and bigger, and various television stations reported on the rising number of dead and wounded, and the credit for the Elephant Party's recent victory in the Gulf War was wiped out in a day, because there were more casualties on home than on the battlefields in the Middle East.

"Song Ah Sheng called to say that there were already Chinese stores looted before dawn, and there were people trying to learn from Los Angeles to set fires."

As a traverser, Song Ya didn't want to stand under the dangerous wall, but he sat back and watched his compatriots be unlucky and couldn't get over his conscience, and the time was too tight, so he could only try to plan carefully, "Has Pastor William arrived?" ”

"Downstairs."

Pastor Allison, who had been affectionate yesterday, refused his pleas, and only Pastor William, who was far less influential than him, was willing to come, and for the young black men who had snatched the red eye, apart from their mothers, only the reverend of the community's prestige could speak up.

"Don't go, stay at home with Ferge."

Song Ya turned around in the mirror, yes, very handsome.

"I'm going too."

Fergie yelled that she had been terrified when she saw the news last night and had been on the phone with her family in Los Angeles, but fortunately, the chaos was only in the city, especially Silla City. Because of the previous Silla shopkeeper case, blacks were full of hatred for Silla Americans, of course, partly because Silla people opened various small shops and were the best targets for robbery.

Many black people help the old and the young, the elderly, women, children, they push supermarket carts to snatch everything they can from the store, even toilet paper, and some people simply drive to fill it all at once, and they face the reporter's camera with a good smile, not ashamed at all.

After vacating a store, young black men with guns set fire to the store, and even more disgusting violence is taking place in some dark corners off camera.

Escuber said something right yesterday, there are indeed many Hispanics who take advantage of the fire to rob, they use their dark skin color as a cover, and the goal is clearer than that of the black group, after all, there are still many black people who are busy protesting against the trial of the Rodney King case, and they just say 'rob', there are not many opportunities for chaos in the world, and there will be no store in this village after that.

"Obedient, it's not a media show or something, no one knows if the riots will spread all over the country, and you're too white."

Song Ya walked downstairs, and Fei Ji followed and grabbed his arm, "I'm going." ”

"Don't make a fuss, I don't have time to ......"

Fergie stopped talking, gummy stuck to his arm, and let him drag him, "Okay, okay, you can go, change the heels first, and then you can run faster." Are you going to Taraghi too? ”

He saw Taragi follow, "It's so fascinating every time you make a very, very manly choice. Tarragi twisted his ass and started a ruckus.

"Okay, okay, I really can't do anything about you."

Song Ah walked downstairs, the neatly dressed Reverend William and Susie and other family members were also watching TV, in the camera, two Silla men were standing in front of their shop, shooting at the crowd of robbers, the picture turned to the helicopter perspective, the roof of Silla Castle was scattered with many men holding light and heavy weapons, tied turbans, compared with the rioting crowd outside, as if they were engaged in a medieval siege.

"Oh my God! Is this a race war? ”

The hostess exaggeratedly exclaimed, as if the Los Angeles police had withdrawn the police force to protect Silla City, and there was no causal relationship with the current scene.

"It was the white police officers who beat Rodney King, but now it's a war between blacks and Asians...... "Song Yabu speculated on the lower limit of whites with the greatest malice.

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

"The world is very problematic, there is a big problem." Even Pastor William couldn't answer, he looked at Song Ya who was downstairs, "I'm so ashamed of those compatriots who robbed and set fires, a group of people who don't even deserve their mothers." ”

What's wrong with the world， mama?

People livin' like they ain't got no mamas

"Especially since they swore to give GOOK a good look, but they haven't even attacked other people's territory until now!" Tony yelled, "Those squirts in Los Angeles ......"

“Shxt up！ Tony! Song Ya stopped him, "Why don't I send you to Los Angeles to help!?" ”

"Don't be like that, I'll just talk nonsense, uh, I'll go drive." Tony hurried out the door.

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

"HEY, APLUS, DID YOU APPLY FOR AN EVENT SPACE AT CLARK STREET? What are you going to do? Will it respond to the riots in Los Angeles? A paparazzi approached the car without fear of death, knocked on 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 that people hurt each other?" ”

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

Song Ya shook her head and closed the window again.

Clark Street was not far away, and it was not long before the event application was approved, especially after Song Ya personally called Mayor Daley to explain his intentions.

“Hey，APLUS。”

The order during the day is okay, the place where the application is located near the street entrance, just to guard the entrance of Chinatown, there is a small open space that can accommodate three to five people, the gang is a Chinese restaurant, and the grocery store not far away 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 a few dozen black fans who were willing to come, and Yeremov was planning order with Kasiti and handing out improvised signs like 'Stop hurting each other.'

"Thanks, Denise." Song Ya fists with her.

"A lot of people didn't come, they thought you were on the Asian side." Denise said: "There was a radio DJ who said that today's incident exposed your heart, and that you are of mixed race and that you are actually really in love with 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? Referring to a shop in Chinatown that had burned its face down, "discrimination only fuels hatred and violence, as it is." ”

"Hehe, I don't think anyone will say these things to you APLUS?" Denise is not optimistic.

"We'll see." Song Ya shook hands with Song Asheng, who came to greet him, and President Mei of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce.

"Thank you, thank you." The elder man 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 the others had just set up, and he turned on the microphone and tapped it, sending out a screeching electric sound from the tweeter brought by the A+ record. Song Ya fans, as well as some neighborhood residents and some passers-by, leaned over.

“Black man！ Stop these shameful acts! He quickly got into the groove and began to shout, "L.A. is hell on earth, I can't look here, Chicago ......" and he pointed to the face of the destroyed store, "the 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

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, Fei Ji and the others walked into the Chinese restaurant next to them, "This guy, there are not many listeners and they start shouting, do you still have the strength at night?" Hiding in the seat by the floor-to-ceiling window, Goodman kept watching outside.

"Don't worry, that's what they do." Hayden asked, "APLUS, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO AFTER YOU HELP CHINATOWN SOLVE THIS CRISIS?" There will be a lot of gossip. ”

Song Ya and Dion Wilson and the others of Common Sense bumped fists and embraced, "Thank you for coming." There is no follow-up PR, I plan to directly post a song to clarify my attitude, and by the way, I will rely on this popularity to make a specialty, which will also be the last song of my first album. He replied.

"What attitude do you clarify?"

"Confused, a seventeen-year-old boy, I was confused when I saw the chaos in Los Angeles, the vendetta of the clan, the wanton robbery and injury, and I was ......"

Song Ya, who got the apocalypse, confidently pressed his hands on his chest 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 know much truth." But I just want to ask one question now, a big question mark. Why did things turn out like this, and what happened to the country? What went wrong between the various races? Is there still great love in this world? People...... Why? ”

Hayden and Yeremov looked at each other, "Seems good, are you inspired?" ”

"Pen and paper." Song Ya stretched out her hand.

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

Song Ya's pen was flying, and an accompaniment was waved 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 questionin'

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 drastically, and he turned his head to look at Fergie next to him.

"You sing so well and the lyrics are amazing." Phiggie was lying on the table, her chin in her hands, looking at herself with adoration, not only her, but also Cassiti, Taragi, and even the men of all ages who were quietly following in.

Unexpectedly, after Xiao Lizi, the second person in this era to be recognized by him in the Apocalypse MV turned out to be Fei Ji who slept next to his pillow every day...... Will she also be popular in the future?

"What's wrong?" Becky stupidly lowered her head and checked her neckline, "Did you just walk away?" ”

"Nope." Song Ya's expression is complicated, she will lose baby fat in the future, her cheeks will become thinner, and her chin will become sharper...... It's a lot uglier than it is now......

it just ain't the same

old ways have changed

The world is impermanent, and he is a little stunned.

“APLUS？” The people present looked at him strangely.

"Uh, nothing." He shook his head, now is not the time to dwell on this, "I will write down the whole lyrics and songs, and we will practice here, just until tomorrow morning." ”

He wrote the lyrics and distributed them on the spot, "I'm in charge of the chorus and part of the rap, Phigi you're in charge of Where is the love, the love, my love, Delay you have a paragraph, you have Common Sense too, Al, are you in charge of the last RAP line?" Can you do it? ”

In the original song, he replaced several terms about terrorists and the CIA, the Cripples, the Blood Gangs, and the Ku Klux Klan with other terms.

Yeremov saw that he had written the complete lyrics and songs, "Wow, wow, wow, perfect song, the confused interrogation of a seventeen-year-old boy, perfectly avoiding all specific issues, but it is suitable for the current mood of the American public, and ......"

He and Song Ya glanced at each other and understood each other, and now the anxious Elephant Party should like this song that introspectively introspects.

"We'll go back to recording the song when we get out of here, it's okay to be rough, Yeremov, I want it to be on the radio stations all over the country by tomorrow night. And BET, and all the other TV stations that are happy to get the song into the public eye. ”

There will be no shortage of musical instruments to open a record company, and everyone quickly entered the rehearsal state, and this time even the more arrogant Common Sense was impressed by Song Ya, "You are indeed very mouthful, APLUS." ”

"I know." Song Ya replied.

In the evening, young black men who had protested the march rushed to the side of Clark Street, blocked by a wall of people organized by Songya.

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 direction

wrong information 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 questionin'

Where is the love?

Where is the love?

Where is the love?

Where is the love， the love， my love