when times are bad

The gangs will flourish

When the economy isn't good

There aren't many opportunities

The back door of life will begin

Though they know crimes don't pay

With rising costs and future is bleak

What else can the people do?

Cry and sleep and pray everything will be alright?

When times are bad

The gangs will rise

Hit the targets escape the loot

In the end they may lose it all

If they escape the crimes

They will celebrate with gutso

They know tomorrow will face prison

In the cage for their crimes

As long as they are free

They will plan to get the loot

When times are bad

Crimes will flourish