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  1. My Shoes

From the recordings Prison Art and Prison Art

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My Shoes

INTRO
It’s a lot of you Suckers runnin around here Barefoot 🦶🏾 Why would you Ever put a Pair of Shoes on if you never Goin No Mutha Fuccin Where... Stay your Soft ass On the Porch man if you Not Ready to Walk with some Soldiers... you Smell me... Try to Walk a Mile in these Shoes... I don’t Think 🤔 your Feet Big Enough...


V.1
Dear World... when you Get this... I might be at the End of my Rope... and just to be... Real-Listic... I just couldn’t Cope...

So how am I supposed to be the Guy... that Show you the Ropes... can you Imagine gettin Smoked... Somebody slicin your throat...

And that ain’t even cuz you wouldn’t drop and pick up the Soap... so if you Killed Nowadays it’s Cuz you just... didn’t know...

Gettin blown away... that’s Not even half of what I feel... Seen a Poem today...

Lord it’s me... the Kid... Taurus... yea... I’m on my way... what you Say...

It’s a tragedy... if I’m shot dead... been a tragedy forever... it ain’t start with the Feds...

In Eighty Three... I saw a Murder Scene... Pistols and Green... wasn’t even Thirteen

and saw my Body in Chalk... and watched a pool of blood Spill across the Asphalt...

Caught up in a dream and in the scheme of things... staring at a beam aimin back at me...

I thought I heard an Angel sing...

(Taurus You Should Try to Pray)...

I closed my eyes and seen the Burnin Flames... Coffins and the Prison Gates... and Couldn’t picture No other way...


Dear World... If you Ever had to Walk Inside Of my Shoes... tell me what would you do... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes... if you had My Shoes... Dear World... If you Ever had to Walk Inside Of my Shoes... tell me what would you do... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes... If you had My Shoes...


V.2
As a Manchild... I’m Mighty proud... doin my Bid... and wanna cut on the pigs... for messin with my Mail... feel like Splittin they wigs...

Yea... I’m wretched...

injustice got me heated... sick and tired of Oppression gettin Cheated... feel my Soul bleedin...

I’m a Fanatic for Red-Rum... the Homis... got me cold Fiendin... Been Holdin Tears Back... (Murder on my Mind as a Homicidal Maniac)...

Don’t ever Cry... cuz I’m Dried Out... Mamma... use to Cry for me... now she Feelin Cried Out...

Sentimental Lunatic... Murder is my Only friend... dealin with this Foolishness... tell me will it ever end...

Hey Doctor Quinn... all the Hennessy and Sling Shots... wife beaters... Tank Tops... jeans and Adidas laced... desert Eagle and a Scope pointed in my Kid Face...

Ice cold and Soul Less... America ain’t got a Heart... United States Of African Brotherhood... forever scarred... and when you know America to show us some Regards...



Dear World... If you Ever had to Walk Inside Of my Shoes... tell me what would you do... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes... Dear World... If you Ever had to Walk Inside Of my Shoes... tell me what would you do... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes...




V.3
On my Knees Hopin God give me One Last Chance... I couldn’t Plead to God y’all... in this World that I stand...

Man versus Heaven... Riga mortis... Ashes to Dust... Makin Plans for my Soul... and Enemies that I Crushed...

Last Words in a Cold Cell... Alone in a Cage... Let a Tear fall cuz God Knows I’m goin to Hades...

Execute Me in a Chamber... Death is My Friend... Persecuted by you Strangers... for My Crookedest Sins...

I’m Meetin Lucifer this Evenin’... I’m hangin with Satan... Angels blowin on a Saxophone I’m next to be Taken...

Me and God in DisAgreement cuz I stay on my Fetti... Negotiatin me a Plea Agreement... Man I ain’t Ready...

My Body steady in a Casket... A coffin don’t Love Me... I See me Bleedin... if I’m Blasted... tell my Mama don’t Hug Me...

Hold My Legacy a Memory... Leave it here With My Girl... I Wrote this Poetry for all the G’z and Called it Dear World...



Dear World... If you Ever had to Walk Inside Of my Shoes... tell me what would you do... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes... If you had My Shoes... Dear World... If you Ever had to Walk Inside Of my Shoes... tell me what would you do... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes... if you had my Shoes... If you had My Shoes...