Kane Mayfield - Shoes lyrics

[Intro] This beat is fat, that's why, hehe! Dunn-dunn-dunn... Uh [Chorus] If you see me, and I see you and you see what you think that I be, too We lose... how 'bout you try on my shoes If you see me, and I see you and you see what you think that I be, too We lose... how 'bout you try on my shoes [Kane Mayfield] You wake up in the morning, you the king of your castle Folks doin the most in the post, finish your coffee Corned beef and get ready for battle n***az always late so you gotta beat traffic And in the car, you can't speed, a speedy black man is a thief and see these zip codes that you leave, are magnet for the punk police Askin you questions like... "Where you get this car?" b**h, I own it and if I stole it and was bold enough to tell you that I stole it, do you think that I would get this far? He give you a ticket, then you off to the job ..Late again, but they grade black people on a gradient If you can play along and ignore when they be sayin sh** Like, "You guys make the best athletes!" Heh.. Yeah I know why man, it's cause we have to be If the only thing keepin you confined in the d**h and destruction is a defensive line... then you run his a** over, naturally Got nothing to do with genetics, that's some bullsh** that somebody fed us So they can take credit, for a black professional And cut down on pro-black specticals, I'm out.. [Chorus] [Kane Mayfield - in Middle Eastern accent] It's war where I live Friends die - men, women and kids They k** us like dogs, and call us terrorists So they can drop bombs, and push us like pawns He puts down the paper and some young black boys Walk into a store, pants sagged to the floor (What it do!) What does what do? (This n***a fool!) (Yo, gimme a forty!) I will sell no alcohol to you Now get out of my store or I will tell your father (I don't know my father) Because another black man shot him... (Aiyyo, don't talk about my pops, my n***a, you get shot!) (That's right) Well I've been shot, and I've been stabbed And I've been robbed... I've seen boys much younger than you With a chest full of grenades say a prayer when the pin drops Somebody shot your father? Well, somebody shot my father And mother, and brother, they would've shot me but I hid under the bed Closed eyes, which was fine 'til the blood ran under ...You steal from my store, you steal from the boy who laid in the blood of his parents on the floor who prayed one day he'd be safe from the war If you need, I will give, but to take, it is wrong! (I didn't-I didn't know...) So, it's $1 for the bag of the corn chips that you borrowed, please pay me tomorrow