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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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