Well, you should never get your style from watching MTV All you get is fashion, no originality What clothes are they wearing or what d** 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 a** 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 ba** And we mix that sh** 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?