Well te days of the new With creed in hand You know they gotta wonder What it's like to be a man But you can't blame them For they know not what they do They lack motivation And baby you know that Should come from you I don't share you pain Your search for the meaning of life Is mundane I'm not one to complain But I think it's time For me to bitch And tell you how it is What inspiration do I see I take a look around Doesn't look like much to me Doe white belly baggy pants Crusty navel rings Baby flat soul high top sneakers Doesn't raise a thing I don't share you pain Your search for the meaning of life Is mundane I'm not one to complain But I think it's time For me to bitch And tell you how it is I don't share you pain [...] Let 'em drop cause The man is standing by Let 'em drop, let 'em Lear the reason why Let 'em walk awhile Let 'em drop awhile Baby I surely could use a Little help from ya I don't share you pain [...] And tell you how it is I don't share your pain [...] But I think it's time I think it's time baby I don't Your search for the mean I'm not But I think