Lesson Learned
Tell me can you feel the heat
From the man on the beat while you're pushing on the street
Feeling like you're ten feet tall
Well, you're looking kinda small with your back to the wall
Is it that you just don't care
That the burden that you bear don't compare to the share
Of the money that you make in a day
There's a will, there's a way, there's a price that you pay
For a lessong learned, lesson earned
The streets were stolen, the tables were turned
Lesson learned, lesson earned
The streets were stollen, the tables were turned
Workin' two jobs 'cause money's tight
I get up at six o'clock and take it straight through the night
When I walk to work it's great 'cause it's so close to home
But the nights are kinda scary and I travel alone, alone
No one is around but whores and junkies
Tryin' to sell you anything they can
People on the block are scared to come out
They'd rather leave the fighting to the man
If the pusher claimed to be king of the mountain
He'd steal your kids and use them for the night
It looks like you're in for one hell of a fight
Tell me can you feel the heat
From the man on the beat while your're pushing on the street
Feelin' like youre ten feet tall
Well, you're looking kinda small with your back to the wall
Is that you just don't care
That the burden that you bear don't compare to the share
Of the money that you make in a day
There's a will, there's a way, there's a price that you pay
For a lessong learned, lesson earned
The streets were stolen, the tables were turned
Lesson learned, lesson earned
The streets were stolen, the tables were turned
Used to love the city, now the city is shit
And it's hard to keep it clean when we're shittin' on it
The corruption is disruption and disruptions unjust
And unjustice calls for action, any actions a plus, a plus
Sacrifice a couple of minutes a day
And try to solve the problem with a plan
It's gonna take more than a couple of fists
Better ask you neighbor for a hand
First bell rings, keep on punchin'
Drive 'em outta town with all your might
Looks like he's in for one hell of a fight
Lesson learned, lesson earned
The streets were stolen, the tables were turned
Lesson learned, lesson earned
The streets were stolen, the tables were turned
From the man on the beat while you're pushing on the street
Feeling like you're ten feet tall
Well, you're looking kinda small with your back to the wall
Is it that you just don't care
That the burden that you bear don't compare to the share
Of the money that you make in a day
There's a will, there's a way, there's a price that you pay
For a lessong learned, lesson earned
The streets were stolen, the tables were turned
Lesson learned, lesson earned
The streets were stollen, the tables were turned
Workin' two jobs 'cause money's tight
I get up at six o'clock and take it straight through the night
When I walk to work it's great 'cause it's so close to home
But the nights are kinda scary and I travel alone, alone
No one is around but whores and junkies
Tryin' to sell you anything they can
People on the block are scared to come out
They'd rather leave the fighting to the man
If the pusher claimed to be king of the mountain
He'd steal your kids and use them for the night
It looks like you're in for one hell of a fight
Tell me can you feel the heat
From the man on the beat while your're pushing on the street
Feelin' like youre ten feet tall
Well, you're looking kinda small with your back to the wall
Is that you just don't care
That the burden that you bear don't compare to the share
Of the money that you make in a day
There's a will, there's a way, there's a price that you pay
For a lessong learned, lesson earned
The streets were stolen, the tables were turned
Lesson learned, lesson earned
The streets were stolen, the tables were turned
Used to love the city, now the city is shit
And it's hard to keep it clean when we're shittin' on it
The corruption is disruption and disruptions unjust
And unjustice calls for action, any actions a plus, a plus
Sacrifice a couple of minutes a day
And try to solve the problem with a plan
It's gonna take more than a couple of fists
Better ask you neighbor for a hand
First bell rings, keep on punchin'
Drive 'em outta town with all your might
Looks like he's in for one hell of a fight
Lesson learned, lesson earned
The streets were stolen, the tables were turned
Lesson learned, lesson earned
The streets were stolen, the tables were turned
Credits
Writer(s): Gary Meskil
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