I think that you've been mistaken   I think last night you were so uncool   I think that you point your finger   Because you've got nothing better to do      It's not your life   Why must you criticize?   Learn how to free your mind   You may find   You free up something that you lost inside      You heard the word, thought you'd spread it   You heard it hurt so you whispered it to    All the people who were begging for it   You took her thoughts and colored them blue       Man it's such a trip because old school we used to kick it   But now Drip hangs around and annoys just like the hic up's    'cause the story is always the same   You got something burning    In the back of your brain   Anger eats, defeats, and depletes   Keeps us going backwards on a one way street   Our emotions always seem to leave us blind      I fear that we've been mistaken   I heard last night you were so damn cool   I guess that we point our fingers at you   Because we've got nothing better to do