Hard timesis what we re in
and it ain t getting any easier my friends
friendssearch for the easy way out
and they don t care how it comes about
youththey just wanna get paid
they don t wanna end up working like slaves
slavin for nickels and dimes
so they turn to the quick money of crime

Morals are goneno respect for human life
but what was it that you d expect
take a look around at this world we live in
tell me you wouldn t grow up cold and callous
prejudiceis one of their tools
and we fell for it like a pack of fools
foolsis what we are
we follow their plans to the letter so far
each otherat the other s throat
they sit backto them it s all a joke
jokebut now the joke is on them
they can t deal with this generation so violent

We stand accused of the crimes
the crimes that take place
they point the finger
but they re the ones that set the pace
they beat you downto try to keep you in your place
they were the onesthey were the ones
they were the ones that taught me to hate

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