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
