Lord Finesse - Lesson To Be Taught Lyrics
Here we go, so pay attention to the teacherHere to preach a lesson to reach yaBrothers and sisters, nieces and nephewsThink that Im joking? well then f youCause Im here to put you up on a crime scoopItll only take a minute of your time, troopSo dont be a dummy or a lame brainLord finesse is teaching so just maintainIm not trying to diss you or even teach youBut here to teach you we are all equalAnd show yall in fact theres a better wayThan depending on welfare or medicaidSo finish up school and pass the scholar quizAnd show your children what the value of a dollar isCause many children are hard to please todayCause theyre searching for some type of easy wayBut theres not, so whos at fault here?So think about the lesson being taught hereHow many brothers in the world you see todayCan say that theyre living the legal way?Out of 20, I could say a few of themOut of seven I could say about two of themLive correct and, show respect andDont sweat was is owned by the next manOr front the role, being harder or tougherOr live the life of a hustlerSelling that white stuff just to make a fast buckBut they dont stand tough when in handcuffsSo understand and comprehend and see, kidYou dont wanna take a fall like he didOr she did or they did, or how others didSo dont sweat the lifestyle of another kidGet yours by achieving and planningSo when they fall youll still be standingSet your goal, and know what your quest isOpen your ears to this positive messageListen up, listen up were all in this together - cut 4xNow Ill scramble, because lifes a gambleAnd like others, you go out like a candleLike my man tone who had crazy potentialBefore he went to the house for the mentallyDisturbed, before he had crazy truck jeweleryIf he wasnt scrambling, you could have fooled meHe was paid, to all the girls handsomeHe could have passed for donald trumps grandsonHe had what it took, the fame, the gloryYeah, lets get deep in the storyDrug dealer tone had everything sewnLots to own, he had a car with a phoneA cool brother, maxing, chillingHe always hung out in front of the buildingBut in the drug game theres no time for maxingYou always have others who want some actionAnd so many was jealous of toneCause of the things he owned and how he got knownHe had a few friends, or rather he thought he didSome hired help, some really dirty naughty kidsBlood they shed, will kill people deadAnd fill them with lead at the nod of tones headFor tone, everything was going greatBecause him and his friends would sit and conversateHe would chill, relax and just sit backHis friends got unruly, but tone wasnt with thatTil one day he saw them sharing itHe thought to himself it wouldnt hurt to experimentSo they passed it (inhales) he hit itThere you have it, tone got addictedLike most drug stories, the end sound the sameCause everything he had went down the drainHe lost everything, the money, the workThe car, to tone, drugs came firstThe wrong thing was for tone to start thatHe was getting beamed up like a member of star trekThe young brother went insaneForgot his name, yo thats a damn shameBut someone in the street took responsibilityAnd checked tone into a drug facilityNow tone has a chance to get betterAnd clever, and get himself togetherYou may not like the way that I say thisBut drugs aint nothing to play withSo dont be pressured by what the grown sayBe yourself and walk your own wayListen up, listen up were all in this together - cut 4x
