IF THE SHOE FITS
You haven’t lived my life,
And you ain’t gonna die my death,
And before you think about judging me,
You’d better check yourself instead,
Cause I’m the one who’s gonna have to pay my price,
You’d better check your pockets,
Count your change,
That’s my advice
Don’t wanna hear your shit,
About the things I should quit,
Yeah I have locked eyes with the devil,
And you don’t know none of it
I’ve been through war prison .
And worst of all broken hearted dreams,
You a graduate of kindergarten,
Or is that just the way it seems
You talk a lot of talk,
But you don’t walk the walk,
And when you were sucking your mamma’s titty,
I was living on the streets in New York City
God Damn chatterbox you talkin’, talkin’,talkin’ about me,
Why don’t you just shut your mouth,
And look up the word ‘hypocracy’?
When I shoot I do not miss,
So watch who you’re messing with,
Cause when jungle drums,
Really start a poundin’,
I’ll be the one left standing on the mountain
I prefer the hippy world,
Where we are all in love for a thousand years,
But I’ve got a problem and the problem is you,
So get these words penetrate your ears
Stop fucking around with me,
Go away and let me be,
I’ve seen your petty kind before,
The government employs many more
Don’t try to trap me in your world ,
It’s much too small,
Get off my back,
And fuck yourself,
Now you have been warned
