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There's nothing you can tell me
That I don't already know
At least things that count in life
Buried deep in your soul
You can say I'm a beggar
A thief or a fool
But I raised myself somehow
In a different kind of school
I was driven to despair
By violence and poverty
My friends were endless shadows
Surrounding me
Don't speak unless spoken to
Your words don't matter
And neither
Do you
I was taught this lesson
Too well
In this school
In the school
Of hard knocks
Where no-one
Listens to you
I was beaten down by bullies
Pimps and dealers too
Abandoned by my father
And mother too
Brought up by the State
In a concrete zoo
That became a prison
For my mind too
Somehow I survived
With others just like me
The ones you don't really
Want to see
The ones that survived
The lessons taught to me
In the school of hard knocks
I was nearly brought to my knees
In the school of hard knocks
No one knows your name
No one cares to see you
Or play your game
Where I was taught to hide
Where I was taught to run
Taught to survive
Look after number one
Taught to survive
Look after number one
Taught to survive
Look after number one
Taught to survive
Look after number one
Taught to survive
Look after number one
