The Times Lyrics

Well some kid got the lock down

'Cause he got flip with an officer

No you don't do that in this town

Unless you can bail yourself out

Some kids got the kick down

Fightin' straights from Fenway Park

But who was in the right now

And who still feels the scars?



Whoah, pick yourself up now, lets go



Now when we come to your town

Ain't no one gonna be a thug

But we're gonna have a lot of words now

So ya tough hoods listen up

I seen ya drinkin' down the river

I seen ya fightin' at the shows

I seen em crawl from every niche around

And then I've seen em go



These are the times

And I don't care how it happens

Things just gotta change



Are you in it for a lifetime

Are you giving back what you take

Is what I'm saying sinking in

Or is it just another wasted day

Theres one thing that they got that we ain't got

Its the long arm of the law

When the mace came out I clutched the ground

Then they kicked me up some more



Pick it up punk