Hard times, is what were in And it aint getting any easier my friends Friends, search for the easy way out And they dont care how it comes about Youth, they just wanna get paid They dont wanna end up working like slaves Slavin, for nickels and dimes So they turn to the quick money of crime Morals are gone, no respect for human life But what was it that youd expect Take a look around at this world we live in Tell me you wouldnt grow up cold and callous Prejudice, is one of their tools And we fell for it like a pack of fools Fools, is what we are We follow their plans to the letter so far Each other, at the others throat They sit back, to them its all a joke Joke, but now the joke is on them They cant deal with this generation so violent We stand accused of the crimes The crimes that take place They point the finger But theyre the ones that set the pace They beat you down, to try to keep you in your place They were the ones, they were the ones They were the ones that taught me to hate
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