In the glare of the streetlight, young toughs on the prowl,
In the pale of the moonlight, ghetto wakes with a howl.
Crimes – getting ready for crimes,
Crimes in our hearts and our minds.
Hot times in the city, big deal on the curb,
Kids struggling to bust out, trying to act on their nerve.
Crimes – getting ready for crimes,
Crimes in our hearts and our minds.
It don’t matter what they taught you when you’re unemployed,
Feeling restless and ripped off, and you know you’re annoyed.
I got a new piece of news for you: you can get bailed out,
God can change your criminal heart – that’s what love’s about.
It was crime, just a low-down crime,
Just a crime in my heart, in my mind.
No, no, no, no more crimes in my heart, in my mind,
No more crimes in our hearts and our minds,
No more crimes,
No more crimes,
No, no, no more crimes.
