In my shoes, just to see What it'd be like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what I'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's mind Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let

Look thru my eyes, see what I see Do as I do, be what I be Walk in my shoes, hurt your feet Then know why I do dirt in the street Burning in hell, but don't deserve to be Got niggas I don't even know that wanna murder me Just because they've heard of me

No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet Hard times, hard times Hard times seem like a jealous thing My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own If someone don't help me And I just can't be around three months long No shoes on