It's only natural that things must change

Still I'm looking back all the same

To a time when the music we played

Came to life through the message conveyed

Now here's a matter of great concern

We're judging artists by the money they earn

It seems that for 9 out of 10

Music is just a means to an end, now tell me



Chours:

Why, why, why can't we do it for the love

I know you gotta make a living somehow, but

Why, why, why can't we do it for love

Ain't trying to be holier than thou



We're addicted to the things we crave

A ship full of slaves transported on the airwaves

Like everybody's caught in a bind

The man got us waiting in line

Wanna get signed you gotta follow directions

Still divided up according to a complexion

The chosen few don't even have to sing

You got the looks that can pull the strings

It's almost like nothing's taboo

Consciousness is just a marketing tool

This music used to be our spiritual base

Now we just pick up the pace



Chorus



Bridge:

There's enough in this world for everyone's needs

But there will never be enough for everyone's greed

Your career will be quick if you trying to get rich

Both will fall in the ditch



Chorus