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Hard times, is what we're inand it ain't getting any easier my friends friends, search for the easy way out and they don't care how it comes about youth, they 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 crimeMorals are gone, no respect for human life but what was it that you'd expect take a look around at this world we live intell me you wouldn't grow up cold and callous prejudice, is one of their tools and we fell for it like a pack of foolsfools, is what we are we follow their plans to the letter so fareach other, at the other's throat they sit back, to them it's all a joke joke, but now the joke is on them they can't deal with this generation so violentWe stand accused of the crimes the crimes that take place they point the finger but they're the ones that set the pacethey beat you down, to try to keep you in your placethey were the ones, they were the ones they were the ones that taught me to hate more