ransom - His Shoes lyrics

rate me

I was known as an honest man

18 with a college plan

Never thought I be searching for food

In this garbage can

They see that I’m starving man

And no one I can call daddy

Never thought it would equal out to this dark alley

People thinking it’s my fault

Like I did this to myself

Why the fuck should I cry for

I hope that I die dog

It’d prolly be an overdose

Flashback saw my wifey when she would hold me close

Damn that woman was good to me

I might end up catching the holy ghost

Cursed the first little motherfucker that saw me cope

I gotta get off these dugs man it’s my only hope

See this ripped up jacket, this my only coat

And it’s winter time, can’t see the finish time

I gotta dig in the garbage can when it’s dinner time

Fuck the president, white house and the pentagon

I lost my job, I lost my wife, I lost my kids

I lost my calm, I lost my crib

So how the fuck they think that this nigga supposed to live

How the fuck you think I’m gonn put some food in my ribs

Cry motherfucker, I’m living on the streets

I do the time motherfucker, hope I die motherfucker

It’s malice in my heart, that card board box

My little palace in the dark

I’m a savage in the park

I came from the coolest homie, a lamonts and stooded loans

The last time I looked for a job it was through the phone

Get story, cut through the bone

So who would have known that this college student

Will be coked up when he’s too alone

It seems that a couple tears have turned to a couple bands

And turned to a line of coke, I struggle to find some hope

I’m snugging deisgner coats

While people in this world starve

I still question the innocence of my girl’s heart

I never gave much thought to this

Kinda makes you think, who’s the unfortunate

Grew up in an orphanage, but you still made it out

Tell me what’s the cost to this

Should I take the safest route

How do I avoid beeing homeless on these streets

Arrested sniffing coke, walking lonely on the beach

All these phoneys wanna leech

Talking bout my dad’s money

And if he dies in his will, what would he have for me

I’m just a crash dummy, life is like a bad collision

One day it’s mad sunny, then you find your ass in prison

The more I think about it, we the same

You and me

The only difference is, I got opportunities.