Куплет:
I'm just so fuckin' depressed,
I
just can't seem to get out this slump
If
I could just get over this hump,
but I
need something to pull me out this dump,
I
took my bruises, took my lumps,
fell down and I got right back up
But I
need that spark to get psyched
back up in
order for me to pick the mic back up
I
don't know how or why or when
I
ended up in this position I'm in
I'm starting to feel distant again,
so I
decided just to pick this pen
Up and try to make an attempt to
vent, but I just can't admit
Or
come to grips with the fact
that I may be
done with rap, I need a new outlet.
And I
know some shit's so hard to swallow,
but
I just can't sit back and wallow
In
my own sorrow, but I know one fact
I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to
follow, I'll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow,
but
you'd have to walk a thousand miles
Куплет:
I think I'm
starting to lose my sense of humor,
everything is so tense and gloom
Almost feel like I gotta check the
temperature in the room
Just as soon as I
walk in it's like all eyes on me,
so I try
to avoid any eye contact
'Cause if
I do that then it opens the door
for
conversation like I want that…
I'm not looking for extra attention,
I
just want to be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room,
maybe just
point me to the closest restroom
I don't
need no fucking man servant,
trying to
follow me around and wipe my ass
Laugh at every single joke I crack
and half of them ain't even funny like:
“Ha!, Marshall you're so funny man,
you should be a comedian, God damn”
Unfortunately I am, but
I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don't you all sit down?
Listen to the tale I'm about to tell
Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes,
and
you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles
Куплет:
Nobody asked for life to deal us
with these bullshit hands we're dealt
We gotta take these cards ourselves
and
flip them, don't expect no help
Now I could have either just sat
on my ass and pissed and moaned
Or
take this situation in which
I'm
placed in and get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid
to
wait by the door and pack his bags
Who
sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
for a
dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in
in every
single place every school I went
I
dreamed of being that cool kid even
if it meant acting stupid
Aunt Edna always told me
“Keep
makin' that face it'll get stuck like that”
Meanwhile I'm just standin' there
holdin' my tongue tryna talk like this
'Til
I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop
sign pole at 8 years old
I
learned my lesson then cause I wasn't
tryin' impress my friends no more
But I
already told you my whole life story
not just based on my description
'Cause
where you see it from where you're sitting
it's
probably 110% different
I guess we would have to walk a mile
in each other's shoes, at least
What
size you wear? I wear tens
let's see if you can fit your feet