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What It's Like- Everlast

Here's the next song everyone! I normally wouldn't put rap songs on here, but I'll make an exception. Yes, this is a rap/blues song. But it's from the early 2000s, and it's not trap. Also, extremely dark, but it's message is worth listening to. Anyways, I don't own the song, band, lyrics, or video. Enjoy, and thanks for reading and listening!
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We've all seen the man at the liquor store
Beggin' for your change.
The hair on his face is dirty,
Dreadlocked, and full of mange.
He asks a man for what he can 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
(What it's like)
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Mary got pregnant from
A kid named Tom
Who said he was in love.
He said,
"Don't worry 'bout a thing, baby,
Darling, I'm the man you been dreaming of."
But three months later,
He say he won't date her,
Or return her calls.
And she swears,
God damn,
If she find that man,
Cutting off his balls.
She heads for the clinic,
And she gets some static,
Walkin' 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
(What it's like)
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I've seen a rich man beg,
I seen a good man sin,
I seen a tough man cry,
I seen a loser win,
And a sad man grin,
I heard an honest man like,
I seen the good side of the bad,
And the down side of up,
And everything between,
I licked the silver spoon,
Drank from the golden cup,
And smoked the finest green.
I stroked the baddest dimes,
At least a couple of times,
Before I broke they heart.
You know where it ends, to,
It usually depends on where you start.
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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 pace with thugs.
Til one late night,
There was a big gun fight,
And Max lost his head,
He pulled out his Chrome .45,
Talked some shit,
And wound up dead.
Now his wife and kids
Are caught in the midst of all his pain,
It only crumbles 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)
To have to lose.
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*End*