You think you’re really better than us
Because 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 ya’ know?
It’s not position that makes the woman
That's how life goes
T-T-T-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 their dead grandmothers

I’m 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 messed up world of these recent victims
Rest in peace