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Artist: Everlast
Title: What
It’s Like
Album:
Whitey Ford Sings the Blues
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We’ve all seen the man at the
liquor store beggin’ for your change
The hair on his face is dirty,
dreadlocked, 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 replied
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 (What it’s like)
Then you really might know what
it’s like (What it’s like)
Then you really might know what
it’s like (What it’s like)
Then you really might know what
it’s like (What it’s like)
Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom
who said he was in love
He said, “Don't worry ‘bout
a thing, baby doll. I’m the man
you've been dreamin’ of”
But three months later, he say he
won’t date her or return her calls
And she swear, “God-damn, if I
find that man, I’m cutting off his balls”
Then she heads for the clinic and she
gets some static walking through the door
They call her a killer and they call her
a sinner and they call her a whore
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 choose
Then you really might know what
it’s like (What it’s like)
Then you really might know what
it’s like (What it’s like)
Then you really might know what
it’s like (What it’s like)
Then you really might know what
it’s like
I’ve seen a rich man beg,
I’ve seen a good man sin, I’ve seen a tough man cry
I’ve seen a loser win and a sad
man grin, I heard an honest man lie
I’ve seen the good side of bad
and the down side of up and everything between
I licked the silver spoon, drank from
the golden cup, and smoked the finest green
I stroked the fattest dimes at least a
couple of times before I broke their hearts
You know where it ends, yo, it usually
depends on where you start
I knew this kid named Max who used to
get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late, he liked to
get shit-faced and keep a pace with thugs
Until late one night, there was a big
gun fight, and Max lost his head
He pulled out his crome .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 wake up to
hear the news
‘Cause then you really might know
whats it’s like to have to lose
And then you really might know what
it’s like (What it’s like)
And then you really might know what
it’s like (What it’s like)
And then you really might know what
it’s like (What it’s like)
To have to lose