Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lesson To Be Taught, artist - Lord Finesse.
Date of issue: 05.03.1990
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lesson To Be Taught |
Here we go, so pay attention to the teacher |
Here to preach a lesson to reach ya |
Brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews |
Think that I’m joking? |
Well then F you |
Cause I’m here to put you up on a crime scoop |
It’ll only take a minute of your time, troop |
So don’t be a dummy or a lame brain |
Lord Finesse is teaching so just maintain |
I’m not trying to diss you or even teach you |
But here to teach you we are all equal |
And show y’all in fact there’s a better way |
Than depending on Welfare or Medicaid |
So finish up school and pass the scholar quiz |
And show your children what the value of a dollar is |
Cause many children are hard to please today |
Cause they’re searching for some type of easy way |
But there’s not, so who’s at fault here? |
So think about the lesson being taught here |
How many brothers in the world you see today |
Can say that they’re living the legal way? |
Out of 20, I could say a few of them |
Out of seven I could say about two of them |
Live correct and, show respect and |
Don’t sweat was is owned by the next man |
Or front the role, being harder or tougher |
Or live the life of a hustler |
Selling that white stuff just to make a fast buck |
But they don’t stand tough when in handcuffs |
So understand and comprehend and see, kid |
You don’t wanna take a fall like he did |
Or she did or they did, or how others did |
So don’t sweat the lifestyle of another kid |
Get yours by achieving and planning |
So when they fall you’ll still be standing |
Set your goal, and know what your quest is |
Open your ears to this positive message |
«Listen up, listen up» «We're all in this together» — Cut 4x |
Now I’ll scramble, because life’s a gamble |
And like others, you go out like a candle |
Like my man Tone who had crazy potential |
Before he went to the house for the mentally |
Disturbed, before he had crazy truck jewelery |
If he wasn’t scrambling, you could have fooled me |
He was paid, to all the girls handsome |
He could have passed for Donald Trump’s grandson |
He had what it took, the fame, the glory |
Yeah, let’s get deep in the story |
Drug dealer Tone had everything sewn |
Lots to own, he had a car with a phone |
A cool brother, maxing, chilling |
He always hung out in front of the building |
But in the drug game there’s no time for maxing |
You always have others who want some action |
And so many was jealous of Tone |
Cause of the things he owned and how he got known |
He had a few friends, or rather he thought he did |
Some hired help, some really dirty naughty kids |
Blood they shed, will kill people dead |
And fill them with lead at the nod of Tone’s head |
For Tone, everything was going great |
Because him and his friends would sit and conversate |
He would chill, relax and just sit back |
His friends got unruly, but Tone wasn’t with that |
Til one day he saw them sharing it |
He thought to himself «It wouldn’t hurt to experiment» |
So they passed it (inhales) he hit it |
There you have it, Tone got addicted |
Like most drug stories, the end sound the same |
Cause everything he had went down the drain |
He lost everything, the money, the work |
The car, to Tone, drugs came first |
The wrong thing was for Tone to start that |
He was getting beamed up like a member of Star Trek |
The young brother went insane |
Forgot his name, yo that’s a damn shame |
But someone in the street took responsibility |
And checked Tone into a drug facility |
Now Tone has a chance to get better |
And clever, and get himself together |
You may not like the way that I say this |
But drugs ain’t nothing to play with |
So don’t be pressured by what the grown say |
Be yourself and walk your own way |
«Listen up, listen up» «We're all in this together» — Cut 4x |