Guilty All The Same - Linkin Park, Rakim

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 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 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

Guilty 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 the bank accounts

Assets and realty at anybody’s expense

No shame with a clear conscience

No regrets and guilt free

They claim that ain’t the way that they built me

The smoke screen before the flame

Knowing as soon as the dough or the deal peak

They say it’s time for things to change

Re-arrange like good product re-built 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 killed me

Try to force me to stray and obey

And got the gall to say how real can real be

You feel me, we’ll see that green could be to blame

Or greedy for the fame TV or a name

The media, the game

To me you’re all the same

You’re guilty

— RU.

GL5

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

Guilty all the same

Guilty all the same

Guilty all the same