Put down the guns, pick up a book.
He picked up a gun and became a crook.
Put down the guns, put down the guns.
It’s somethin’ ’bout the spirit of the people.
On the land in a world full of evil.
Yesterday I saw my county on the news.
Kids killin’ kids, dying in our schools.
When the kids stop learnin’, I get nervous.
I got two daughters and a son I must encourage.
I tell them that a bullet ain’t got no name.
He was in gym, playing a game.
She was at school on the computer,
never ever thought another student would shoot her.
He was in class studying math.
She was eatin’ lunch when they heard the first blast.
The teacher said, “Duck, don’t nobody move.
“Everybody be quiet, silence in the room.”
Seen the killer walk past, shootin’ everything in sight.
He missed them by an inch, he was blinded by the sunlight.
Now who do you blame,
when a kid can kill another kid at point-blank range?
Do we blame it on the mom, do we blame it on the dad?
Do we blame on the system ’cause the system made him mad?
Do we blame it on the music, do we blame the movies?
Do we blame the NRA for all the rifles, all the Uzis?
Do we blame Twitter, do we blame Instagram?
Don’t nobody want the blame, let’s just blame Uncle Sam
Put down the guns, pick up a book.
He picked up a gun and became a crook.
Put down the guns, put down the guns.
They say guns don’t kill, people kill.
I say get rid of the guns and see who lives.
I say getting rid of the problem is the solution.
No guns, no bullets, no more shootin’.
Mass shootings everywhere in my country.
Either kids dying over bullets or they’re hungry.
Not just Black lives matter, all lives matter.
Bullets, they don’t discriminate when they scatter.
He was too young to die over shoes,
and she was too young to die on the news.
I wish I had an answer for all the dead babies,
it’s crazy. It’s all in my head.
We can blame it on Obama or blame it on Trump
America, America, is this what you want?
They say guns don’t kill, people kill.
I say get rid of the guns and see who lives.
I say getting rid of the problem is the solution
No more bullets, no more guns, no more shootin’.
Put down the guns, pick up a book.
He picked up a gun and became a crook.
Put down the guns, put down the guns.
