Well, you should never get your style from watching MTV   All you get is fashion, no originality   What clothes are they wearing or what drugs are they on   If I drove a Mercedes, would I be someone?      Lord, should I kneel and praise Thee   Or should I be a member of the Manson family   It all seems so trivial but they call it marketing   Exploiting the talent, Lord, what a sin thing      Said I feel your pain, it's a shame   People, I feel your pain, some man is the blame   But I'm gonna break it down, anyway that I can   I'm gonna scream, I'm gonna yell, 'cause I don't wanna use my hands      'Cause you built that wall up around you   Now you can't see out   You can't hear my words   No matter how loud I shout      'Cuz I scream at the wall but police don't hear a sound   I can't seem to move, like cement on the ground   Keep your ass on the road and I'll see you at the mall   Try screaming at a wall but one day, it's gonna fall      And we don't need no video to make up for our song   Put the pen to the paper in a unique style on   Get the bros together with the drum and the bass   And we mix that shit all up and then we rob up the place   'Cause the club will get boring with the same old beat   And if you need some music when you roll down the street      Said I feel your pain, it's a shame   People, I feel your pain, some man is the blame      Well, people, I feel your pain it's a shame   People, I feel your pain, some man is the blame   Feel your pain, it's a shame   People, I feel your pain, some man is the blame      Hey, these naked fools, who, uh, you think they are cool   You try to deny me for simplicity   But I don't wanna bruise you, I don't wanna lose you   But don't try to deny me, boy, what?