Grew up fighting, swinging hard.
Protect your brothers, protect the yard.
We played with sticks and rocks for toys.
4 little violent American boys.
Why are we violent?
Iâve got no excuse.
Culture of violence, when will we let it loose?
My fatherâs blood is African, my motherâs is Bavarian.
Poverty mixed with competition makes violent Americans.
Why are we violent?
Iâve got no excuse.
Culture of violence, when will we let it loose?
Are you the same as me with some undiscovered source of all this rage?
And you canât stop it. You canât cap it and you canât contain.
Because you donât know why you feel this way.
Like somebody else is pulling your strings.
From centuries ago, some genetic memory.
But we keep running. Weâre running from the flood.
Violence is in our blood, itâs in our blood.
Weâre running from the pain.
If we canât stop ourselves we just repeat again.