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RANSOM lyrics : "His Shoes"

I was known as an honest man
18 with a college plan
Never thought I be searching for food

In this garbage can
They see that I'm starving man
And no one I can call daddy

Never thought it would equal out to this dark alley
People thinking it's my fault
Like I did this to myself

Why the $#&@ should I cry for
I hope that I die dog
It'd prolly be an overdose

Flashback saw my wifey when she would hold me close
Damn that woman was good to me
I might end up catching the holy ghost

Cursed the first little mother$#&@er that saw me cope
I gotta get off these dugs man it's my only hope
See this ripped up jacket, this my only coat

And it's winter time, can't see the finish time
I gotta dig in the garbage can when it's dinner time
$#&@ the president, white house and the pentagon

I lost my job, I lost my wife, I lost my kids
I lost my calm, I lost my crib
So how the $#&@ they think that this ^!$$% supposed to live

How the $#&@ you think I'm gonn put some food in my ribs
Cry mother$#&@er, I'm living on the streets
I do the time mother$#&@er, hope I die mother$#&@er

It's malice in my heart, that card board box
My little palace in the dark
I'm a savage in the park

I came from the coolest homie, a lamonts and stooded loans
The last time I looked for a job it was through the phone
Get story, cut through the bone

So who would have known that this college student
Will be !@%!ed up when he's too alone
It seems that a couple tears have turned to a couple bands

And turned to a line of !@%!e, I struggle to find some hope
I'm snugging deisgner coats
While people in this world starve

I still question the innocence of my girl's heart
I never gave much thought to this
Kinda makes you think, who's the unfortunate

Grew up in an orphanage, but you still made it out
Tell me what's the cost to this
Should I take the safest route

How do I avoid beeing homeless on these streets
Arrested sniffing !@%!e, walking lonely on the beach
All these phoneys wanna leech

Talking bout my dad's money
And if he dies in his will, what would he have for me
I'm just a crash dummy, life is like a bad collision

One day it's mad sunny, then you find your $$# in prison
The more I think about it, we the same
You and me

The only difference is, I got opportunities.

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