Lyrics: Pro-pain. Foul Taste Of Freedom. 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.



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.