What Its Like

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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  We've all seen a man  at the liquor store beggin' for
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your change
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  The hair on his face     is dirty, dreadlocked,
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and full of mange
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  He asks a man     for what he could spare,
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 with shame in his eyes
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  "Get a job     you fucking slob,
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" is all he replies
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  God forbid     you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
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  'Cause then you really     might know what it's like to
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sing the blues

[Chorus]
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  And then you really     might know what it's like What
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it's like
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  And then you really     might know what it's like What
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it's like
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  And then you really     might know what it's like What
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it's like
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  And then you really     might know what it's like

[Pre-Verse]
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[Verse 2]
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  Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was
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in love
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  He said, "don't worry about a thing,
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baby doll I'm the man you've been dreaming of.
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"
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  But three months later he say he won't date her or return
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her calls
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  And she swear, "god damn,
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     if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls"
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  And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some
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static walking through the door
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  They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner and
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they call her a whore
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  God forbid     you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
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  'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have
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to choose

[Chorus]
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  And then you really     might know what it's like What
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it's like
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  And then you really     might know what it's like What
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it's like
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  And then you really     might know what it's like What
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it's like
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  And then you really     might know what it's like

[Bridge]
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     I've seen a rich man beg I've seen a good man sin
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I've seen a tough man cry
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     I've seen a loser win and a sad man grin     I heard
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an honest man
lie
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     I've seen the good side of bad and the downside of up
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And everything between
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     I licked the silver spoon drank from the golden
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cup  And smoked the finest
green
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     I stroked the baddest dimes at least a couple of times
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Before I broke their heart
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     You know where it ends, yo,
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it usually depends on where you start

[Pre-Verse]
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[Verse 3]
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  I knew this kid named Max     who used to get fat
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stacks out on the corner with drugs
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  He liked to hang out late     he liked to get
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shitfaced and keep the pace with thugs
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  Until late one night     there was a big gun fight and
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Max lost his head
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  He pulled out his chrome .fourty five, talked some shit,
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and wound up dead
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  Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all
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of this pain
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  You know it comes that way  at least that's what they say
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when you play the game
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  God forbid     you ever had to wake up to hear the news
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  'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have
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to lose

[Chorus]
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  And then you really     might know what it's like What
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it's like
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  And then you really     might know what it's like What
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it's like
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  And then you really     might know what it's like
What it's like to have to lose

[Outro]
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[Fade Out]
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