Blame GameA Poem by Thorne EmpireWhen we are young, we point the blame, Can’t stand alone, too scared of the flames. Parents hold us up, catch us when we fall, They carry the weight, we’re still too small.
Blame them all, they hold the reins, But when we grow, we feel the chains. Teachers tell us how to think, Neighbors judge, push us to the brink.
Blamed the streets, blamed my crew, Blamed the past, but I am guilty too. Blamed the system, blamed the hate, But it’s my own demons I can’t erase.
Hit my teens, started to fight, Blamed the world for not getting it right. Blamed society for what it failed to teach, Blamed the stars for what’s just out of reach.
But then you wake, and start to see, No one’s coming to set you free. The world don’t owe you, that’s the truth, It’s time to face the pain inside of you.
Blamed the streets, blamed my crew, Blamed the past, but I am guilty too. Blamed the system, blamed the hate, But it’s my own demons I can’t erase.
Blamed the streets, blamed my crew, Blamed the past, but I am guilty too. Blamed the system, blamed the hate, But it’s my own demons I can’t erase.
Blame them, blame yourself, blame it all, Blamed the bottle, blamed the pills. Blamed my mind, blamed the highs, Blame the system built to watch us fall.
Blame it all, blame everyone, But there’s no escape from what I’ve done. At some point, I have got to face it now, I am the one to blame, I see it now.
Blamed the streets, blamed my crew, Blamed the past, but I am guilty too. Blamed the system, blamed the hate, But it’s my own demons I can’t erase.
Blamed the streets, blamed my crew, Blamed the past, but I am guilty too. Blamed the system, blamed the hate, But it’s my own demons I can’t erase.
Blame them, blame yourself, blame it all, Blamed the bottle, blamed the pills. Blamed my mind, blamed the highs, Blame the system built to watch us fall. © 2025 Thorne Empire |
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Added on November 27, 2025 Last Updated on November 27, 2025 AuthorThorne EmpireChicago, ILAboutAs EchoScribe, I write the lyrics and let the AI carry the tune. Sometimes it’s magic, sometimes it misses the mark; but every word is a piece of me. Whether it hits or not, the fact that you sh.. more.. |

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