Lesson Learned Lyrics - Foul Taste Of Freedom - Pro-pain

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.