What Have I Learned

Bizzy Bone

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    Yeah, some people wonder, you know, well they say: "what have you learned"?

    And to your left, your right, your left, your right
    It's to your left, your right, your left, your right
    To your left, your right, your left, march with me!

    It's to your left, your right, your left, your right [x4]

    What have I learned?
    Surrounded by nothing but snakes and worms
    What have I learned?
    It don't matter when nobody take it, they is a concern
    See the good in the ones that have burned
    And you never got all that you've earned
    Don't interupt me, I speak to the lord
    Heavenly choir, now we are in Church

    In the temple, we cleaning the mental; the evil it lurks
    Coming up off of on the corner, with dirtier thoughts
    Here's thirty seconds to start
    They slither like worms, they jealous of purity
    Jealous of people in love;
    They caught on a women, destroy the connection, they see that you happy
    And here come the scrubs, I'm tellin you bruh
    They down with the serpent to get in their mind
    Believe the people who witness the Christ
    Look at my life, and now they blind
    Nobody to find, they sellin' their souls without even knowing I catch em'
    Without definitions, and give em reditions of scriptures and shit,
    I keep walking knowin' is mine
    I walk and I shine in the sublime, gotta ward of all the demons
    Outta my thought, they caught, they gone I tell em sit back and wake em',
    Literally thuggin, just come in and clog up their mind
    What have I learned? What have I learned?

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    What have I learned?
    Surrounded by nothing but snakes and worms
    What have I learned?
    It don't matter when nobody take it, they is a concern
    See the good in the ones that have burned
    And you never got all that you've earned
    Don't interupt me, I speak to the lord
    Heavenly choir, now we are in Church

    With a bounty on my head, and the county holdin' my mind
    Angels grippin' my spine, dear lord, these are scandalous times
    We livin' in revelations, nation against nation
    Blood in the hood on the boat like Haitians
    Me and little brother, we are runnin' for salvation
    Everyday, comin' and facing temptation
    Casin' joints, with the base and the point, the place with a dutch
    Little joy, little souljah boy, you better keep your boys with no noise, no voice, and? no choice
    Runnin, we stop, you better watch the cops, you better get off the block
    You mean to tell me that motherfuckers is still sellin' rocks?
    And they mob with the glock, and they nod... Allah
    Who do you think you are? Dead in the heart
    Dead man walking, man don't even start
    A tear for the above, but we thuggin' in the park
    Another? on the porch with a sawed of shotgun, let it spark, on the multitude, is that all you got?
    Trying to shock the dude, and give him... in his heart
    And laugh at him fast like... and the ark
    Rubbin' the eye, you better hold that stash
    Weeded out, and baby, even now
    A poor child in the hood, no hood, no doubt, no wood, no mort, no dream, no style
    Ambulances, coroners, and some that never know no doors
    Brain cartiledge up on that floor, it's one friend, please, let me tell you one more

    What have I learned?
    Surrounded by nothing but snakes and worms
    What have I learned?
    It don't matter when nobody take it, they is a concern
    See the good in the ones that have burned
    And you never got all that you've earned
    Don't interrupt me, I speak to the lord
    Heavenly choir, now we are in Church

    Grind in the days in a maze
    Amazed with the phase in the plague of a homeboy blazed
    Now the homeboy slayed in the streets, so crazed
    Know that he prayed, that shit is played
    It's ok, it's alright
    Spirit will be better when you see that light
    When you see that flight
    And Allah provide, perfections, let's go take a ride
    Loadin' up clips, hollow tips, ready for murder, swallow this
    Follow this, model this; with death, you don't have to swallow shit
    When it's bottled up and it tastes like piss
    Ridin' on up...
    ... with the hurt and pain, but the hurt remains

    What have I learned?
    Surrounded by nothing but snakes and worms
    What have I learned?
    It don't matter when nobody take it, they is a concern
    See the good in the ones that have burned
    And you never got all that you've earned
    Don't interrupt me, I speak to the lord
    Heavenly choir, now we are in Church
    See the good in the ones that have burned
    And you never got all that you've earned
    Don't interrupt me, I speak to the lord
    Heavenly choir, now we are in Church

    Grind in the days in a maze
    Amazed with the phase in the plague of a homeboy blazed
    Now the homeboy slayed in the streets, so crazed
    Know that he prayed, that shit is played
    It's ok, it's alright
    Spirit will be better when you see that light
    When you see that flight
    And Allah provide, perfections, lets go take a ride
    Loadin' up clips, hollow tips, ready for murder, swallow this
    Follow this, model this; with death, you don't have to swallow shit
    When it's bottled up and it tastes like piss
    Ridin' on up ...
    ..with the hurt and pain, but the hurt remains

    What have I learned?
    Surrounded by nothing but snakes and worms
    What have I learned?
    It don't matter when nobody take it, they is a concern
    See the good in the ones that have burned
    And you never got all that you've earned
    Don't interrupt me, I speak to the lord
    Heavenly choir, now we are in Church

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    Composition: Bizzy Bone

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