| The churches are empty, the jails are all full
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| It’s over our own eyes we’re pulling wool
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| Making us blind to decay from within
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| Misguided values where greed is no sin
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| Schools are all open but Johnny can’t read
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| With hands tied behind them the teachers just plead
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| Johnny needs parents who honestly care
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| But they’re busy working with no time to spare
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| So blame it on Washington, blame it on me
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| Blame it on drugs or the next guy you see
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| Blame it on money when push comes to shove
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| But the blame really lies in the absence
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| The absence of love
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| Guns on the streets, drugs on the rise
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| That victims are children should be no surprise
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| They become what they are from watching adults
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| We all took the test, these are the results
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| Now it’s bars on the windows and locks on the doors
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| They look more like prisons than houses and stores
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| It’s a moral dilemma wherever you go
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| When love says good-bye, ill will says hello |