im just so fucking depressed i just cant seem to get out this slump if i could just get over this hump but i need something to pull me out this dump i took my bruises took my lumps fell down and i got right back up but i need that spark to get psyched back up and in order for me to pick the mic back up i don't know how or why or when i ended up this position im in im started to feel distant again so i decided just to pick this pen up and try to make an attempt to vent but i just cant admit or come to grips the fact that i may be done with rap i need a new outlet and i know some shits so hard to swallow but i cant just sit back and wallow in my own sorrow but i know one fact ill be one tough act to follow one tough act to follow ill be one tough act to follow here today gone tomorrow but you'd have to walk a thousand miles
Chorus: in my shoes, just to see what its like, to be me ill be you, lets trade shoes just to see what id be like to feel your pain, you feel mine go inside each others minds just to see what we'd find look at shit through each others eyes it don't let 'em say you aint beautiful they can all get fucked just stay true to you don't let 'em say you aint beautiful they can all get fucked just stay true to you
i think im starting to lose my sense of humor everything's so tense and gloom i almost feel like i gotta check the temperature of the room just as soon as i walk in its like all eyes on me i try to avoid any eye contact cuz if i do that then it opens the door for conversation like i want that im not looking for extra attention i just want to be just like you blend in with the rest of the room maybe just point me to the closest restroom i don't need no fucking man servant tryin ta follow me around and wipe my ass laugh at every single joke i crack and half of them aint even funny like hahhhhh "Marshall your so funny man you should be a comedian god damn" unfortunately i am i just hide behind the tears of a clown so why don't you all sit down listen to the tale that im about to tell hell we don't gotta trade our shoes and you don't gotta walk no thousand miles
Chorus: in my shoes, just to see what its like, to be me ill be you, lets trade shoes just to see what id be like to feel your pain, you feel mine go inside each others minds just to see what we'd find look at shit through each others eyes but don't let em say you aint beautiful they can all get fucked just stay true to you don't let em say you aint beautiful they can all get fucked just stay true to youuuuu
nobody asked for life to deal us with these bullshit hands we're dealt we gotta take these cards ourselves and flip em don't expect no help now i could have either just stayed at home sit on my ass and pissed and moaned or take this situation with which im placed in and get up and kick my own i was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags and sat on the porch and hope and prayed for a dad to show up who never did i just wanted to fit in in every single place every school i went i dreamed of being that cool kid even if it meant acting stupid and Edna always told me keep making that face and it'll get stuck like that meanwhile im just standing there holding my tongue tryna walk like dis then i stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old i learned my lesson then cuz i wasn't trying to impress my friends no more but i already told you my whole life story not just based on my description cuz where you see it from where your sittin its probably 110% different i guess we would have to walk a mile in each others shoes at least what size you wear? i wear tens lets see if you can fit your feet
Chorus: in my shoes, just to see what its like, to be me ill be you, let