[Verse 1: Q-Unique]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2: Timid]
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 profits 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
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2: Timid]
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 profits 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
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