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 (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
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."
But 3 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 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, 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 downside 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 heart.
You know where it ends, 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 the pace with thugs.
Until late one night there was a big old fight and Max lost his head.
He 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 comes 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 what it's like to have to lose.
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 to have to lose.