Blame Society

Take 'em out, bring 'em out
Shine 'em up, shine the bald head (head)
One gun, three gun
You’re mine, it’s all about.
Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out dead (dead)
Shine 'em up, shine 'em up, shine the bald head (head)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
You’re mine, it’s all about crime
Take 'em out, bring 'em out
Shine 'em up, shine the bald head (head)
One gun, two gun
You’re mine, it’s all about crime
Let me tell you who to blame
Blame the boy lying at your feet
His body oozing life through the hole in his stomach
Where the bullet tore him apart
Blame him for challenging you
For not looking away and for not backing down
When you pulled out the gun
Blame your mother for bringing you into this world
When she was but a kid herself
And for dragging you up not bringing you up
Blame society for not giving you hope
Blame your father for not being there
The man who looked after himself instead of looking after you
Blame anyone but yourself
For not being strong enough to put down the gun
Take 'em out, take 'em out. dead
Shine 'em up, shi-shi. head (head)
One gu-gu-gun, one. gun
You’re.
Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead (dead)
Shine 'em up, shine the bald head (head)
One gun, two gun
You’re mine, it’s all about crime
Blame anyone but yourself
For not being strong enough to put down the gun
Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out dead (dead)
Shine 'em up, shine 'em up, shine the bald head (head)
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
You’re mine, it’s all about crime
Take 'em out, take 'em out. dead
Shine 'em up, shi-shi. head (head)
One gu-gu-gun, one. gun
You’re-you're.