Interpret:

Synyster Gates

Album:

Diamonds In The Rough

The problem with society's been how do we teach 
And if they'll believe. 
We'll fight this battle for years to come 
Until we only accept that we can stand on our own. 

Rip off the youth, hands empty, worked them too the bone 
Provide his family with a happy home, alone. 

Don't take your oppression out on me. 
My old man is all I'm meant to be. 
This common place is so lazy or tired 
All your ideas are so plainly uninspired. 
Takes more than one idea 
More than one percent to fight the fight 
How many times have you taught and not conspired? 

Don't wanna be, they never say 
But don't call us the liars 

We've walked these alleys a thousand times 
And scattered around a thousand lies. 
They are trying to hold you till your night may 
be hard but keep your feet on the ground. 
Why don't I have the finest things that others have? 
The chance is there if you want it all that bad. 
So bad. 

Don't take your oppression out on me. 
My old man is all I'm meant to be. 
This common place is so lazy or tired 
All your ideas are so plainly uninspired. 
Takes more than one idea 
More than one percent to fight the fight 
How many times have you taught and not conspired? 

Don't try and get me confused. 
Cause I do understand. 
And sometimes people need help. 
That they may need a- 
And when this problems going on. 
A thing you have to get straight 
Is that you don't own my hand. 
And I don't owe you a thing. 
So don't think about how sorry 
You feel when now your treated so bad. 

This common place is so lazy or tired 
All your ideas are so plainly uninspired. 
Takes more than one idea 
More than one percent to fight the fight 
How many times have you taught and not conspired 

And as a race we look back and we've come so far. 
While some thing that others have had it so hard 
But in this day we just complain while there's no room for us to fight. 
I guess we're born in this its how we keep our side to hide