Текст песни Pro-Pain - Lesson Learned

Foul Taste Of Freedom
Жанр: Hardcore
Исполнитель: Pro-Pain
Альбом: Foul Taste Of Freedom
Длительность: 03:24
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Текст:

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 lesson learned, lesson earned The streets were stolen The tables were turned Lesson learned, lesson earned The streets were stolen 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 Trying 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 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 lesson 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 For a lesson learned, lesson earned The streets were stolen The tables were turned Lesson learned, lesson earned The streets were stolen The tables were turned
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