Pro-Pain Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Lesson Learned Lyrics

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.

 

 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

 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 injustice

 calls for action, any actions 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.