Walk a mile
I believe in doing the right thing
Is that such a crime?
Because all of the time,
I feel like I’m on trial
People around me living in denial
I wonder if I’ll ever
Break out of this place,
it’s such a disgrace
Surrounded by liars and thieves
Trying to deceive
As they do what they please
I’m down on my knees
Touching the fleas
I’m not asking for it to be a breeze
Just give me a reprieve or reprival
It’s imperative to my survival
Or to have some kind of revival.
It’s been so long
That I’ve
Forgotten how to smile
If you don’t believe me
Just try to walk a mile
In these busted up shoes
And I’m sure you’ll also feel like
Yesterday’s news
Why do I have to always be
The one to lose?
Is it any wonder why I would turn to booze?
Or the buzz
From the drugs and addictions
As my soul stays stuck in these states of confliction