Tell us all again what you think we should be
What the answers are, what it is we can't see
Tell us all again how to do what you say
How to fall in line, how there's no other way
But ooh-oh, we all know
You're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger, but there's no one else to blame
You're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger, but there's no one else to blame
You're guilty all the same
Show us all again that our hands are unclean
That we're unprepared, that you have what we need
Show us all again 'cause we cannot be saved
'Cause the end is near, now there's no other way
And ooh-oh, you will know
You're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger, but there's no one else to blame
You're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger, but there's no one else to blame
There's no one else to blame, guilty all the same (all the same, all the same)
Guilty all the same (all the same, all the same)
You're guilty all the same
Yeah, you already know what it is
Can y'all explain, what kind of land is this?
When a man has plans of being rich
But the bosses plans is wealthy
Dirty money scheme, a clean split is nonsense
It's insane, even corporate hands is filthy
They talk team and take the paper route
All they think about is bank accounts, assets and realty
Anybody's expense, no shame with a clear conscience
No regrets and guilt free (guilt free)
You claim that ain't the way that he built me (built me)
Smoke screen before the flame (the flame)
Knowin' as soon as the dough or the deal peak
Say it's time for things to change (change)
Rearrange like good product rebuilt cheap (rebuilt cheap)
Anything if it's more to gain
Drained, manipulated like artists, it's real deep
Until no more remains, but I'm still me
Like authentic hip-hop and rock, til' pop and radio
And record companies kill me
Try to force me to strain and obey
And got the gall to say, "How real can real be?"
You feel me? You will see, the greed will be to blame
Greedy for the fame
TV or a name, media, the game, to me, you're all the same
You're guilty (you're guilty, you're guilty, you're guilty)
You're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger, but there's no one else to blame
You're guilty all the same, too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger, but there's no one else to blame
There's no one else to blame, guilty all the same (all the same, all the same)
Guilty all the same (all the same, all the same)
Guilty all the same
