To Old School To Be a Young Fool

I remember the rules of this game Their never going to change Back on those hot days When uncle Jay would display His war wounds and tattoos Telling us the streets were bad news Knowing a few would still pay heavy dues So to that portion he poured in More answers than questions Past generations lessons Their triumphs and failings How not to step on your neighbors toes Unless they oppose your household Then anything goes Stay nose to nose with your foes The eyes are the soul He believed firmly that robberies were cowardly If your a man make that money And five minutes of fame through the street games Will untimately leave you estranged From your freedom When the law meets them Square business never cheat them And knowledge of self before knowledge of wealth You can only play the hand your dealt He said to question all answers Professors, doctors and especially lawyers never squander a quarter Unless for water He would say You can change your ways Before you pass away But he never saw that day The same streets he felt only he could beat Trampled him under their feet So now i teach my son the past and present rules Cause I'm old school and cant be a fool