The Briggs - Bad Apples lyrics

They've gone from stealing bikes to stealing lives So many young hands, gripping stainless-steel knives See the kid you don't like, they are messing him up What's wrong or what's right is giving less of a f** Sticking them up, left right, stitching them up Everything revolves around getting the cut Middle fingers up, fisticuffs, pissing it up Before the pen licence, fist in the cuffs They don't use them to pack shelves, they use them to pack cells Up in the system before they even crack 12 You can paint a pretty picture with all them pastels But it's black and white, and the latter still sells What kind of life is that? They're getting born and tagged Teacher can't reach them, I'm getting f**ing bored of that They couldn't spell their name off the bat I bet they can tell you where to score a quarter at They're growing up fast, they are growing up tough They're giving back everything they never got as a pup And if they want something, you're giving it up They're growing up fast, they are growing up tough They're giving back everything they never got as a pup And if they want something, you're giving it up They say one bad apple can spoil a whole bunch What if, all you had was bad apples for lunch What if, all you had was what you can touch What if, before you had a dream you were crushed They weren't raised wrong, they weren't raised at all You watched the bowel break and the cradle fall And now you're surprised that the baby talks And he asking 'What the f** are you staring for?' Where are their mothers? (huh) Where are their fathers? (huh) Here they are coming all that f**ing drummer bruh Before you fix him there is another one And the problem's tenfold and they are learning tricks younger 'cause What you want ain't always what you get Sometimes what you get is a kick to the head I guess you can chalk it up to 'cause and effect But the core is all rotten and they've got to be fed They're growing up fast, they are growing up tough They're giving back everything they never got as a pup And if they want something, you're giving it up They're growing up fast, they are growing up tough They're giving back everything they never got as a pup And if they want something, you're giving it up It ain't worth it, who cursed it? Point the fingers at the ones who birthed it Brought to earth, a brand new person The same ones who called them all worthless They call them good for nothing, I call them cousin I call them brother and sister, I still love them