| We’ve all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
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| The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
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| He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
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| «Get a job, you fucking slob» is all he replies
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| God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
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| Cause then you really might know what it’s like to sing the blues
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| Then you really might know what it’s like (what it’s like)
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| Then you really might know what it’s like (what it’s like)
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| Then you really might know what it’s like (what it’s like)
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| Then you really might know what it’s like (what it’s like)
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| Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
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| He said. |
| «Don't worry about a thing, baby doll
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| I’m the man you’ve been dreamin' of.»
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| But three months later he said he won’t date her or return her calls
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| And she sweared, «Goddamn, if I find that man, I’m cuttin' off his balls!»
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| And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the
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| door:
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| They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore!
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| God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
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| Cause then you really might know what it’s like to have to choose
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| Then you really might know what it’s like (what it’s like)
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| Then you really might know what it’s like (what it’s like)
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| Then you really might know what it’s like (what it’s like)
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| Then you really might know what it’s like (what it’s like)
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| I’ve seen a rich man beg
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| I’ve seen a good man sin
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| I’ve seen a tough man cry
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| I’ve seen a loser win
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| And a sad man grin
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| I heard an honest man lie
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| I’ve seen the good side of bad
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| And the down side of up
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| And everything between
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| I licked the silver spoon
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| Drank from the golden cup
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| Smoked the finest green
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| I stroked the baddest dimes
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| At least a couple of times
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| Before I broke their heart
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| You know where it ends
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| Yo, it usually depends
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| On where you start
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| I knew this kid named Max
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| He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
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| He liked to hang out late at night
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| Liked to get shit faced
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| And keep pace with thugs
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| Until late one night there was a big gunfight
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| Max lost his head
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| He pulled out his chrome .45
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| Talked some shit
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| And wound up dead
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| Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain
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| You know it comes that way
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| At least that’s what they say
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| When you play the game
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| God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
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| Cause then you really might know what it’s like to have to lose
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| Then you really might know what it’s like (what it’s like)
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| Then you really might know what it’s like (what it’s like)
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| Then you really might know what it’s like (what it’s like)
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| To have to lose… |