VERSE 01:
I'm just so fuckin depressed, I just can't seem to figure out this slump
I try to jump over this lump but I need somethin to pull me from this dump
I've took these bruises, took these lumps, fell to my knees and got right back up
But I don't got that spark to get my ass back up in order for me to keep myself from blowin up
I don't know how or why or when I ended in this shit i'm back in
I feel like im in a new dimension again, so I decided to pick up this pen
Up and try to make an attempt to remix all these songs with all these disapointments
But I might not be done with this rap and the fact is I need a new appointment
And I know this shit's so hard to swallow, but I just can't sit back in sorrow
And in tomorrow, I know one fact: It's a tough act to swallow
One tough act to follow, It'll be one tough act to wallow
Where's today, gone tomorrow, but you'd have to walk a thousand miles

HOOK:

VERSE 02:
I think I'm startin to lose my sense of humor, everythin so dense and gloom
I always have to check the temperature of my room just as soon as
I walk in, it's like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact
I hate looking for extra attention, I just want to be as normal as you
Blend in with the rest of the room, just run and hide in my bedroom
I don't need another fuckin friend, tryna follow me around and hang with my ass
Laugh and joke on all this I have and that ain't even funny like, “Ha!
Breon you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, goddamn!”
Unfortunately I am, I just hide it behind all these tears when I'm down
Why don't we just sit down? Listen to this story I'm about to tell
Fuck, we ain't have to trade our shoes and you ain't gonna walk no thousand miles

HOOK:

VERSE 03:
I ain't ask god to deal with also this bullshit that I was dealt
I guess I gotta take these cards ourselves and flip 'em, Don't expect no help
Now I woulda either just sat at my moms house and pissed and moaned
Or take that situation in which I'm placed in, and I got up and got my own
I was never the type of kid to wait by my door and pack his bags
And sat on my porch and hoped and prayed for my dad and ma to slowly like each other
I tried to fit in with every single place, every school I went
I dream of being that cool kid, even If I acted stupid
Mama always told me “Keep actin like that you'll get your emotions stuck like that”
Meanwhile, I just standed there actin like that was bullshit thinkin who gives a shit
Til I saw what my life would be at about 14 years old
I learned my lesson then cause I ain't tryin to impress my friends no mo'
But you already know half of my story not just based on my interpretation
Cause where your seeing it and where your sittin is probably 100% different
I guess we would have to walk a mile in each other's shoe at least
What size you wear? I wear 14's, let's see if they gonna fit your feet

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OUTRO:
To my baby: stay strong, Brother'll be home soon
And to the rest of my family, God gave you them shoes to fit you
So put em on and wear 'em, be yourself, man, be proud who you are
Even when it is corny, never let 'em fuckers tell you you ain't beautiful