Fault

Don’t point your finger at us
We still don’t see
That we really don’t need anyone
To speak of morality
They laugh and giggle and stab us
In our backs
But I really don’t think you can chop us down
With such a small axe

You think you're so f*cking funny but
No one smiles
And I really don’t have anytime to
Be living on the green mile
So blame every little thing on us
We still don’t see
That we really don’t need anyone
To speak of morality

Oh, it’s not my fault

Lock them cuffs up real tight
It never failed
But I really don’t have any time
To be locked up in county jail
Call it the pain, call your girlfriend
Still don’t know
Everyday they look all the same
When a man living on death row

Ayyo welcome to the home of strong minds
Long court lines
And nifty trigger fingers dying to shoot
At the wrong time
???? blaming fingers, lingering peoples
Begging the ?? praying that you’re better than them
They not, they locked
The stockroom doors
And now they can’t get in
Flipping out cus I’m sitting and tripping
How many dipping in