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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Bobby Hambel
Bobby Hambel
Leadgitarre
Billy Graziadei
Billy Graziadei
Gitarre
Danny Schuler
Danny Schuler
Schlagzeug
Evan Seinfeld
Evan Seinfeld
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bobby Hambel
Bobby Hambel
Songwriter:in
Billy Graziadei
Billy Graziadei
Songwriter:in
Danny Schuler
Danny Schuler
Songwriter:in
Evan Seinfeld
Evan Seinfeld
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Ed Stasium
Ed Stasium
Produzent:in
Lord Randall Wine
Lord Randall Wine
Ingenieur:in
Ken Villeneuve
Ken Villeneuve
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in

Lyrics

As we look at the situation today I think the main concern that I have Is the attitudes that are created among many of our younger people In which they tend to glorify And to make heroes out of those who engage in criminal activities Tales from the hard side (hard side) Your cards were dealt, when you drove through the night As a man in dark clothes came into your sight The barrel tapped the glass, you reached the window lock Get the fuck out the car, and leave it in the crosswalk He climbed into your seat, and dropped a vial of crack Pissin' down your leg, you're a victim of carjack Feel the cold steel, as I pull the hammer back Bang, you're fuckin' dead 'cause it's like that Society pushed him down and out Soul provider, what's it all about? Another bad hand, the cards have been dealt Kid of fourteen, high aspirations held To get ahead, and run shit with his powerful will Told by his role model, you're old enough to kill See my ride, my bitches and my loot If you wanna survive, be prepared to shoot Stay hard like me, you're bound to do well A waste of precious life, 25 with and an L Society pushed him down and out Soul provider, what's it all about? Religion, faith, can we do without? Social pressure, we're too strung out Tales from the hard side (hard side) Tales from the hard side (hard side) Tales from the hard side (hard side) Tales from the hard side (hard side) Tales from the hard side (hard side) Moterfucker I'll put a bullet in your head for the color of your skin This is my neighborhood, who the fuck let you in? I'll stick with mine, stay with your own kind The virus of hate infects the ignorant mind Society pushed him down and out Soul provider, what's it all about? Religion, faith, can we do without? Social pressure, we're too strung out
Writer(s): Daniel Schuler, William Daniel Iv Graziadei, Evan Seinfeld, Robert Scott Hambel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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