You think you're really better than us
'Cause now you've got the power
You're under the impression that you've got no flaws
Like a red rose flower
It's not possession that makes the man
Don't you know?
It's not possession that makes the woman
That's how life goes
Too, too, too, too, too many slugs in the big house
Hangin' with too many bugs in my house
Taking their time in their Escalades
Making a mess with their sexcapades
What about the youth? What about the youth?
Now we've got to figure it out
Because all these ancient split suckers
Are gettin' as old as dead grandmothers
Oh
You think you're really better than us
'Cause now you've got the power
You're under the impression that you've got no flaws
Like a red rose flower
It's not possession that makes the man
Don't you know?
It's not possession that makes the woman
That's how life goes
A fire of the youth
Being screwed
I see lots of people fighting
Protesting in the streets
Technology opens us up
We can show the rest of the world
We need to make a move
Now here's the pressing problem
Gun shot, gun shot on my Apple product
Slide the screen to the left, now you're looking at Prada
Not aware of the full extent of drama
If it doesn't happen to you
Personal experience grants you an insight
To the messed up world of these recent victims
Rest in peace
Unless we came out flat
What are we gonna do?
We'll think of something
That's why they call us the youth
Never let the system get in your way
Be who you want to be
Make your move