Artist: Bizzy Bone Album: A Song For You Song: What Have I Learned Typed by: rollinlacs@yahoo.com Yeah Some people wonder, ya know? They say well, what have you learned? And to your left, your right Your left, your right And to your left, your right Your left, your right To your left, your right Your left (March with me!) To your left, your right Your left, your right And to your left, your right Your left, your right And to your left, your right Your left, your right And to your left, your right (Ten-hut! Ten-hut!) Your left, your right (Hook) What have I learned? Surrounded by nothing but snakes and worms And what have I learned? It don't matter but nobody take a day here to concern See the good in the ones that'll burn And you'll never get all that you've earned Don't interrupt me, I speak to The Lord Heavenly choir, now we are adjourned Oh we are adjourned-journed-journed (Verse 1) In the temple cleanin the mental the evil that lurks Comin up off of around the corner with dirty ass thoughts Here's thirty seconds to start They slither like worms They jealous of purity, jealous of people in love They plot on the woman, destroy the connection They see that you happy, came in from the scrubs I'm tellin you bruh They down with the serpent, it get in they mind Believe the people who witness The Christ Look at my life, and now they blind Nobody to find They sellin they souls, without even knowing I'll catch 'em Without definitions and give 'em renditions of scriptures and shit I keep goin and goin but knowing is mine I walk and I shine in the sublime, gotta ward off all the demons Outta my thought, they thought come clog my conscience I sit back and wake 'em, not literally thuggin Just comin and clog up they mind What have I learned? What have I learned? (Hook) What have I learned? Surrounded by nothing but snakes and worms And what have I learned? It don't matter but nobody take a day here to concern See the good in the ones that'll burn And you'll never get all that you've earned Don't interrupt me, I speak to The Lord Heavenly choir, now we are adjourned Oh we are adjourned-journed-journed (Verse 2) With a bounty on my head And a county hold in my mind Angels grippin my spine Dear Lord, these are scandalous times We livin in Revelation, nation against nation Flood in the hood, on a boat like Haitian Me and little brother, we are runnin for salvation Every day comin to face temptation Case in joint, at the base of the point At the place with a Dutch and enjoy, little soulja boy Ya better keep ya boys and no noise, no boys sendin in no toys And runnin with stock, ya better watch the cops Ya better get off the block You mean to tell me that motherfuckas is still sellin rocks at the spot? With a glock, and a knot, da-da da-da-da, eyy Who do you think you are? Dead in the heart Dead man walkin, man, don't need to start A tear from the above, but we thuggin in the park Another dog, she barked it On the porch with a sawed-off shotgun, ready to spark On the multitude (Is that all you got?) Tryin'a shock the dude, get him in his heart And laugh at him fast, like hen and a hog Run into I, you better hold that stack Weeded out, then baby even now Poor child in the hood, no hood, no doubt, no wood, no hort, no hood, no shout Ambu-lances, coroners, and some that never know no doors Brain cartiladge up on that floor It's one friend, please let me take it one most (Hook) What have I learned? Surrounded by nothing but snakes and worms And what have I learned? It don't matter but nobody take a day here to concern See the good in the ones that'll burn And you'll never get all that you've earned Don't interrupt me, I speak to The Lord Heavenly choir, now we are adjourned Oh we are adjourned-journed-journed (Verse 3) Grind in the days in a maze And amazed with the phase in the plague of a homeboy blazed Now the homeboy slayed and the streets so crazed Know that he prayed, that shit is played It's ok, it's alright Spirit'll 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, thumbs up and flip with a clip Niggas off with the hurt and pain, but the hurt remains Hurt remains (Hook) What have I learned? Surrounded by nothing but snakes and worms And what have I learned? It don't matter but nobody take a day here to concern See the good in the ones that'll burn And you'll never get all that you've earned Don't interrupt me, I speak to The Lord Heavenly choir, now we are adjourned Oh we are adjourned-journed-journed (March with me!) And to your left, your right Your left, your right And to your left, your right Your left, your right To your left, your right Your left, your right And to your left, your right Your left, your right