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