I have a pair of shoes
They're well worn but filled with scorpions and scorching sands
I'd never ask anyone to walk a mile with them
Because I've lived so long with this heat and this venom
That my body has made it's adjustments and what would have been lethal
I can feel and what death others couldn't fathom
I've embraced I've learned to relax and let it flow in my veins
This zesty spice over my tongue no one else could live to taste.
