Linkin Park - Guilty All The Same (feat. Rakim) - Acapella lyrics

Tell us all again 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 can not 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 is bank accounts, a 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 smokescreen, before the flame Knowing as soon as the dough or deal peak They say it's time for things to change Rearrange like good product rebuilt cheap Anything if it's more to gain Drained, manipulated like artists, its real deep Until no more remains But I'm still me Like authentic hip-hop and rock 'Til pop and radio, and record companies k**ed me Try to force me to stray and obey They got the gall to say how real can real be? You feel me? We'll see The 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 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 Guilty all the same Guilty all the same Guilty all the same