No retreat, baby, no surrender Ohh ohh ohh With a vow to defend Well, we bursted out of class Had to get away from those fools We learned more from a three-minute record, baby Than we ever learned in school Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound I

Sharp edges have consequences We all fall down We live somehow Stay along the beaten path, never listened when she said I guess that I had to find out for myself Now every scar is a story I can tell We learn what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger Mama

Fly to a dream Once I had a dream And this is it Once there was a child's dream One night the clock struck twelve The window open wide Once there was a child's heart The age I learned to fly And took a step outside

You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo, glo up How you finna shine with all that shade you throw, grow up White Ghost, ten toes, inside Gucci loafer I'd rather be dying than be going broke I would rather die before I lose this though Swear to God You

There's no greater power Than the power of good bye Your heart is not open so I must go The spell has been broken, I loved you so You were my lesson I had to learn There's nothing left to try There's nothing left to lose There's no more heart to bruise

They lost their faith And now they had to learn There was no place to return Nowhere they could turn. They lived in peace, not long ago A mighty Indian tribe But the winds of change, Made them realize, that the promises were lies. The white man's greed,

They lost their faith And now they had to learn There was no place to return Nowhere they could turn. They lived in peace, not long ago A mighty Indian tribe But the winds of change, Made them realize, that the promises were lies. The white man's greed,

Sharp edges have consequences We all fall down We live somehow Stay along the beaten path, never listened when she said I guess that I had to find out for myself Now every scar is a story I can tell We learn what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger We'd

Just for you And my arms are open, just for you just for you Golden days, life was play Pain was all a world away We went to school we learned the rules We trusted all they had to say Then life took a turn We had to learn And we can't go back again

Mama said I was bad, I did something to her head. Well, I was born on a Sunday; on Thursday I had me a job. I was born on a Sunday; by Thursday I was workin' out on the job. I ain't never had no day off since I learned right from wrong. And poppa threw