Timid, Q-Unique - Who's To Blame? lyrics
[Timid, Q-Unique - Who's To Blame? lyrics]
Is it the demons in
Your mind giving permission
Is it your living conditions or
Is it a sinners decision
Is it a street gang, is it a fool’s wisdom
Is it Facebook, is it the school system
Is it a single parent in a hopeless zone
Is it your lack of faith, is it a broken home
Is it John Gotti or Tony Montana
Or is it the rush you
Get from holding a hammer
Is it the lyrics in the music
Were you’re parents abusive
Or is it all just sorry excuses
Is it the streets or professional athletes
Or some out of touch college
Professor who can’t teach
Is it religious beliefs, is it your pastor
Your mullah
Your rabbi setting you up for defeat
Do you look towards the gates of heaven
Or maybe the pit of hell
As the justification to why you quit and fail
So go and point the finger and
Tell me who’s to blame
Who’s the reason for the storm
Running through the rain
Go and point the finger and
Tell me who’s to blame
Who’s the reason for the storm
Running through the rain
Maybe it’s the world we live in
Or the course you’ve been given
Or the divorce of support from
The wardens of the system
Maybe it’s the media, feeding ya
Biased views or manipulating truths
Or stipulating what you choose
Maybe it’s the 1 percent
Controlling dollars and the cents
Maybe it’s the government spending
Too much on defense
Maybe it’s corporate greed
Putting profit's over people
Having jobs shipped overseas to move
Stock ticks over easels
Maybe it’s the politicians
The ones who never listen
To constituents wishing for consistence
With our vision
Maybe it’s the pharmaceuticals
Or men painting cuticles
Maybe times have changed and your
Thinking’s no longer suitable
Maybe it’s that opportunity
Is only held for the privileged few
Whose skin is a certain hue
Influencing all that we do
To the grave from the womb
Maybe it’s everyone in the room
Partially including the human staring
Back at you
So go and point the finger and
Tell me who’s to blame
Who’s the reason for the storm
Running through the rain
Go and point the finger and
Tell me who’s to blame
Who’s the reason for the storm
Running through the rain
Could be the hate you house and
What comes outta your mouth
Or how you communicate the
Views that you espouse
Could be you’re in denial
Or some of those things are vile
Or you need to think awhile
While walking that man’s mile
Could be you’re set in your
Ways and afraid to engage
Because it’s claimed it’s too late to
Be brave at your age
Could be that you’re afraid
Or just fear overall
That makes you want to blockade
Yourself behind a wall
Could be ignorance or just instigation
Causing separation using misinformation
Could be people are waiting to
Talk instead of listening
Or that there’s too much yelling
And not enough whispering
Could be that you’d prefer
To believe that lie
And not defer to facts that
Should change your mind
Or maybe you truly think
That you’re more deserving
And others less worthy
Which is actually more disturbing
Your mind giving permission
Is it your living conditions or
Is it a sinners decision
Is it a street gang, is it a fool’s wisdom
Is it Facebook, is it the school system
Is it a single parent in a hopeless zone
Is it your lack of faith, is it a broken home
Is it John Gotti or Tony Montana
Or is it the rush you
Get from holding a hammer
Is it the lyrics in the music
Were you’re parents abusive
Or is it all just sorry excuses
Is it the streets or professional athletes
Or some out of touch college
Professor who can’t teach
Is it religious beliefs, is it your pastor
Your mullah
Your rabbi setting you up for defeat
Do you look towards the gates of heaven
Or maybe the pit of hell
As the justification to why you quit and fail
So go and point the finger and
Tell me who’s to blame
Who’s the reason for the storm
Running through the rain
Go and point the finger and
Tell me who’s to blame
Who’s the reason for the storm
Running through the rain
Maybe it’s the world we live in
Or the course you’ve been given
Or the divorce of support from
The wardens of the system
Maybe it’s the media, feeding ya
Biased views or manipulating truths
Or stipulating what you choose
Maybe it’s the 1 percent
Controlling dollars and the cents
Maybe it’s the government spending
Too much on defense
Maybe it’s corporate greed
Putting profit's over people
Having jobs shipped overseas to move
Stock ticks over easels
Maybe it’s the politicians
The ones who never listen
To constituents wishing for consistence
With our vision
Maybe it’s the pharmaceuticals
Or men painting cuticles
Maybe times have changed and your
Thinking’s no longer suitable
Maybe it’s that opportunity
Is only held for the privileged few
Whose skin is a certain hue
Influencing all that we do
To the grave from the womb
Maybe it’s everyone in the room
Partially including the human staring
Back at you
So go and point the finger and
Tell me who’s to blame
Who’s the reason for the storm
Running through the rain
Go and point the finger and
Tell me who’s to blame
Who’s the reason for the storm
Running through the rain
Could be the hate you house and
What comes outta your mouth
Or how you communicate the
Views that you espouse
Could be you’re in denial
Or some of those things are vile
Or you need to think awhile
While walking that man’s mile
Could be you’re set in your
Ways and afraid to engage
Because it’s claimed it’s too late to
Be brave at your age
Could be that you’re afraid
Or just fear overall
That makes you want to blockade
Yourself behind a wall
Could be ignorance or just instigation
Causing separation using misinformation
Could be people are waiting to
Talk instead of listening
Or that there’s too much yelling
And not enough whispering
Could be that you’d prefer
To believe that lie
And not defer to facts that
Should change your mind
Or maybe you truly think
That you’re more deserving
And others less worthy
Which is actually more disturbing