Crime And Punishment — текст песни (Fun Lovin Criminals)

I pity the punks that partake in the madness
Yangin` the young for their products and profit
The pushers keep pushin` on D and on Jump Street
Pushin` the passive pill, so ya don`t need
kids makin` bids with their nine`s in their goose downs
`Cause college is pricey and some brothers ain`t got none
You try to discern between truth and suggestion
but they bid for your ID via fear of rejection
All I see is outfits and attitudes, congenial criminality
The hidden agenda is a psychic necessity
Hungry minds so sad in the hearts of darkness
manifesting some sort of natural impatience
Deaf MacBeth, scar city, the slasher
Enveloping the b-boy, the doper, the thrasher
Looking to be judged but when judged by the book
Son you`re running to the hook
Back with the funk hits, Uncle Huey is back with
the funk hits, and the F.L.C. is coming to grips
with a fist full of funk hits
I got the feel good hit of the year, I got two thumbs up
and I stuck`em in his ear. The man stepped to me,
he wouldn`t let it end though, so I threw his ass out
the Roxy Deli window
I ain`t pushin` no party, I ain`t meddlin` in Saudi,
but i think it`s fucked up, what the federal has laid on me
I`ve been watchin` the news, you`re forcing people
to choose between the lesser of two evils; my red, white, and blue
The deceiver`s deceiving because the people believe him
Soon the troops`ll be bleedin` and their mama`s will be grieving
So keep on payin` your taxes, when you don`t know the facts
Let the contracts get backed, while your conscience relaxes