Bad Apples Lyrics - The Briggs

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 fuck 

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 fucking 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 fuck are you staring for?' 

Where are their mothers? (huh) Where are their fathers? (huh) 

Here they are coming all that fucking 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