I Can't Believe

I can't believe what it's come to be
 A watered down, diluted joke
 of what I want it to be
 Kids cry about thug life woes
 and wear hip-hop clothes
 But drive home to a mansion
 after every single show
 We got new jack kids
 wishing they were old school skins
 Racking up scene points with every E-bay bid
 They got nothing to fight for
 That shit isn't hardcore
 Don't even try if you ain't got no heart boy
 You're just playing a game
 That "true til death" shit is so damn lame
 And I'm not playing this game
 You won't last past your college days
 I can't believe that it's come to this
 The struggle's easy to forget if you don't know it exists
 A lot of you have forgot our roots
 Punk rock, oi, flight jackets, and boots
 You got nothing to fight for
 That shit isn't hardcore
 Don't even try if you ain't got no heart boy
 All the bands, all the crews, all of my friends
 It's time to break this scene apart and rebuild it