Artist: Captain Rapp Album: Bad Times (I Can't Stand It) 12" / West Coast Rap: The First Dynasty Song: Bad Times (I Can't Stand It) Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch (send corrections to typist) [ Kimberly Ball ] Cause I can't stand it (I can't stand it) You can't stand it (ou can't stand it) Is this the way it's plann-e-ed? [ VERSE 1: Captain Rapp ] You better wake up to what's goin down Your eyes are closed but your ears hear the sound Death cries in the wind, the thought makes you cringe He's dead and gone, you lost another friend Who was young in age, but old in sin Gangbangin, hangin, he was slingin the juice The skunk was bunk and his death was the proof Another life ended all too soon With a tag on a toe in a coroner's room Bad times - these are for real Bad times is what you and I feel [ VERSE 2: Captain Rapp ] The world evolves while my nation's sore The American dream is unseen for sure And ( ? ) where you work ( ? ) company loss The boss must minimize the staggering cost You get a day off, a layoff And a letter to stay off And now you don't work no more That position at the plant you really did need Head of the house, five kids to feed You tried everything, and it's just not fair To have a able-bodied man apply for welfare A city cries out, it's mass hysteria One wounded, four dead in a California area Innocent victims found home slain Relatives and neighbors experience the pain They hold back tears, just got to take a stand Order padlocks and guns in a heavy demand The fears won't rest until they're all behind bars For the rest of his life the boy will carry the scars Best friend, mother, father and a very young daughter Memories in his mind, loved ones have been slaughtered Is there any way to compensate A person's life, so great a fate? Heaven knows it can't go on Too many things are goin wrong Who will save us from ourself? This world has turned to hell Bad times - these are for real Bad times is what you and I feel Help me, help me, help me, help me All those odds, they're all out to get me Wars on Earth, when will it cease? I'm bein robbed, so I call the police Bad times - these are for real Bad times is what you and I feel [ VERSE 3: Captain Rapp ] Weather plays havoc on the eastern states Floods, hurricanes, and you can't escape Tornados drop trees ( ? ) and debris Leavin little behind but death and injuries Gonorrhea, syphilis spreadin like the plague Doctors afraid to treat the victims of AIDS The world is threatened by a nuclear war Americans die in El Salvador The Pope holds court and hopes for solidarity In a speech to see the people's ( ? ) Begin meets Reagan, Camp David accord And they say Reagan will run in '84 Bad education is just a relevation But still each year kids regret graduation The third world sends out a hunger plea Genetics runnin loose, sexual child abuse The Bible tells us it's just a prophecy Bad times - these are for real Bad times is what you and I feel [ VERSE 4: Captain Rapp ] Inmates emprisoned, life on death row Guards, gates and ( ? ) Never really knowin will they ever let you go While the courts are sayin: Son, we told you so You're a menace to society, a threat and danger We sentence you to die, to death by gas chamber Can man says it's proper to take a life for a life? The only real judge is the almighty Christ A woman who loves you, she thinks about your plight Hurt and worried, few visitation rights Sittin home pregnant, considered the options Driftin between abortion or adoption The distortion of abortion is the devil's strategy Created by the economic uncertainty Lawmakers who monger, lawbreakers in hunger You struggle for power, we all feel the plunder Terrorism, cynicism, communism, suicide Atheism, animism, brutalism, homicide Heaven knows this can't go on Too many things are goin wrong Who will save us from ourself? This world has turned to hell Bad times - these are for real Bad times is what you and I feel [ VERSE 5: Captain Rapp ] Headrags and khakis, dress code of the gang Guns and knives and you're down to bang Your family's poor and life's a big bore To survive in the ghetto you must be hardcore You just kick it on the set, a job you never sweat Cause a application form is too complex Your brain deflated by ( ? ) A lady with the thought of snatching her purse An elderly victim leaves her home Headed for the neighborhood savings and loans You tip and you sneak to elude her eye You wanna grab the purse on the very first try But your timing is off and you committed yourself You say to get this purse you're gonna go through hell So it's time to get rough, but she called your bluff You pulled out your knife and you cut her real tough She was murdered on the street, short of her time Another little old lady a victim of crime Bad times are for real Bad times is what you and I feel