What It's Like (live acoustic)

We've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin' for your change

The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange

He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes

"Get a job, you fucking slob" is all he replies

God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes

'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues

Then you really might know what it's like

Then you really might know what it's like

Then you really might know what it's like

Then you really might know what it's like

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love

He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll

I'm the man you've been dreaming of"

Three months later, he say he won't date her or return her calls

Swear, "God damn, if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls"

And then she heads for the clinic

And she gets some static walking through the door

They call her a killer, they call her a sinner, they call her a whore

God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes

'Cause you really might know what it's like to have to choose

Then you really might know what it's like

Then you really might know what it's like

Then you really might know what it's like

Then you really might know what it's like

I seen a rich man beg, seen a good man sin, seen a tough man cry

Seen a loser win, and a sad man grin, heard an honest man lie

Seen the good side of bad and the downside of up and everything between

Licked the silver spoon, drank from the golden cup, smoked the finest green

Stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times before broke they heart

You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start

Knew this kid named Max, he used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs

Liked to hang out late, he liked to get shit-faced, keep the pace with thugs

Until late one night there was a big gun fight and Max lost his head

Pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up dead

Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain

You know it crumbles that way, at least that's what they say when you play the game

God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes

'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose

Then you really might know what it's like

Then you really might know what it's like

Then you really might know what it's like

Then you really might know what it's like