Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Don't Learn, artist - Grand Puba. Album song The Contemporary Classics, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.09.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Just Don't Learn |
We dealin with death, in abundance |
Dirty guns and, the pungent smell, of those who fell |
Bodies, like commodoties, ready to sell |
Take you around the world for a hundred dollars |
Meanwhile, a little baby hollers |
Hopin that she doesn’t follow in her mother’s footsteps |
Of drugs and sex, every day, more thugs to arrest |
And today could be the day you catch a slug in your chest |
Funny thing about life — nobody, gets out alive |
The trick is to see, how long, you can survive |
We deprived of our basic needs |
Sufferin at the hands of a racist greed |
In the black wo-man's where I place my seed |
When they grow, will they know, that I tried to make it better for them? |
Will I be dead or inside of a federal pen? |
Niggas just don’t learn, niggas just won’t learn |
As we walk through the valley of dry bones |
Death from, New York to Cali, the shit hits homes |
Niggas with 40 calibers, that’ll split ya bone |
Other niggas with silencers, with gats that’s chrome |
It seems the violence only escalates, I’m concerned |
When the slug penetrate your flesh, see it burn |
Livin with the constant threat, that it could be yo' turn |
Niggas just don’t learn, niggas just won’t learn |
On 8th Ave, keep bouncin in the Mave' |
He don’t even know the type of problems he gon' have |
He facin obstacles, greed, it’s the large city need |
Remember when he ain’t smoke weed |
Jail hold’s raw, spittin seed |
In the Polo Grounds, in 89 we dodged steed |
All the slaves ain’t freed |
Make him the captain, muh’fucker we’ll lead |
Shoot him in the chest muh’fucker will bleed |
Cause way he’s goin he’s gon' need God-speed |
I seen a man die, gettin shot in the eye |
And then leave this earth with a sigh |
I wish I had a dollar for every funeral parlor |
That I been to, and I ain’t tryin to end to |
I’ve been a friend to a lot of dead niggas |
With multiple gunshots, niggas used to run spots |
Now little shorties don’t have a chance |
Cause hard times be comin down like a avalanche |
We play the streets until we carried on a ambulance |
Day by day we be the victims of the circumstance |
See the poison has us movin at a steady flow |
It filters through your radio and your video |
You ever once stop to think and wonder why it’s so? |
We don’t know cause we blinded by the fog of 'dro, so we let it go |
We dedicate our whole careers to save our dyin nation |
Cause what we facin is the process of elimination |
So busy chasin that our history begins erasin |
A savage nation that is headin for anihilation |
Time out — put the killin to a drought |
And shorty stop runnin around puttin all them dicks in yo' mouth |
I be concerned cause we burn baby burn |
And we just don’t, learn |