10-23-2013, 12:08 PM
Walk in my shoes
Wakin up at 9, to work till 5, it sounds long but all I do is drive. A big bus from one end of the city to the other, transporting the lower to middle class,whether its off to work or going to see ur mother. I rarely get thanked and never feel appreciated, except when I'm behind schedule n no1 knows, but deep inside "yes I made it". Day to day week to week same route same times, same seat. As I continue this pattern , my views in life become bleek, as I toss and turn because my son tells me, daddy you don't understand, what makes me happy! I tell him son u have to make dues, here put these on walk a mile in my shoes.....
Every night is torture, in remberance of the patients Ive lost. As the supervisors of the hospitals just see the cost. I go home each night after every shift cursing myself for what I once thought was a gift. Peoples lives are in my hand, and I continue to decide who lives and who dies, through my doctrine but I still don't understand. So I guess my practice is full of lies. I started this so I can help the people, but the proccess to come see me, itself is lethal. All I hear in my head is the blues, as I look to anyone to walk in my shoes.......
I keep waking up in the same situation, born in the hood so I guess that's my final destination. I gotta make a come up or this is me forever iv seen niggas here fo 50 years n nothin gets better. I gotta a family a kid an dreams of havin a house in the hills. But I'm in the hood so I'm a trapper tryna be a rapper just to pay the bills. Eat or get ate, that's the motto out here, cause liven in these streets u gotta have no fear. So I shutdown opposition and stomp down on friends, to make sure this isn't where my road ends. Man but these are all self made issuess, please i ask can anyone fill these shoes?
I was takin to the military to fight for my country, only 18 n now here I sit under a bridge cause its them who shunned me. I believed and support a conflict I didn't understand, but I was satisfied because it made me a man. Pushed and pushed till I beat all expectations n now 20 years later now I have no affiliations, my family looks at me with no relation, and I'm left here alone to battle my frustrations.a box for a home trash for dinner, as I stare at these bricks, that are my pillows,while my hope gets thinner. I'm not sure how I got to this place, as I look into my past , mistakes and memories laugh in my face, is there anyone out there who understand what I've bin through, please fit ur foot in my one n only shoe.....
Every morning I wake up with the same taste in my mouth, agony, self pitty, and everyone else's doubt. The thought of fuck it constantly on my mind, pack ur shit tatto the middle finger n just head south. But I submit to the reminder of who needs me and who can I live without. In denial of this is how it is, always trying to make a differnce, not sure how far or if I can make the distance but I refuse to be a part of this predetermined existence. As I witness accounts of many who have been subjected, and hand in their chips because it could be an oppurtunity neglected, satisfied with security over objective and then on ur death bed u lay regretted. I lay sponge like to this victims , in turmoil but cannot see it if only I can show them my vision. Its your decision to take what you have from birth till death, and share with everybody and expect opposition with every last breath. But we welcome fear over any other emotion, when the worst is death it happenes anyway everything in life drank that potion!!! But go ahead u know more then me, right?!I'm a 22 year old arab hippy right. Drown in this ocean, filled with lies and distractions, going through the motion, n have those bars n facebook n falcisities lower you down to the nearest decimal fraction.uhh.... yes my clothes are out of fashion, my body looks fathomed, suffering from depression all because makin you happy is my obsession. A kid with passions for what he truly cares for, barreling through peeople friends or family n breaking down the biggest door! "Make way for me n my dream"! I don't care who you are, I've come this far on foot , n I hope my friends are behind me, late but please excuse them, they use what we know as a car. Nonetheless I'm here now step aside, "whow there kid, u must follow the rules its a buisness, ur not welcome inside" letdown number 999, 999 but I still ride this ride. One more push one more shove to entertain n satisfy is what I'm here to do., but these constant rejections n displeased faces......fuck that I'm coming through!!!!!! Only to realize I do this for all of you, to bare witness to how someone holds something tight and stays true. To prove the humans are more than a 9-5, we could be happy if we knew how to decide n not continue the paths we leed, can't u see we have been decieved! Please my fellow beautiful creations idc color religion or sex orientiaon its the potential to make happen what me see in our imagination, thats my demonstration, I have spent and will forever spend my life in this field, try n make the world aBetter place, but more real, till then good luck keeping me concealed, as I run blindly through the world of the unkown, where a better understanding is what I call home,as I stare into a empty world, Im stuck all alone, please with what you know n what you do you really expect me to believe u can fill these shoes?
Wakin up at 9, to work till 5, it sounds long but all I do is drive. A big bus from one end of the city to the other, transporting the lower to middle class,whether its off to work or going to see ur mother. I rarely get thanked and never feel appreciated, except when I'm behind schedule n no1 knows, but deep inside "yes I made it". Day to day week to week same route same times, same seat. As I continue this pattern , my views in life become bleek, as I toss and turn because my son tells me, daddy you don't understand, what makes me happy! I tell him son u have to make dues, here put these on walk a mile in my shoes.....
Every night is torture, in remberance of the patients Ive lost. As the supervisors of the hospitals just see the cost. I go home each night after every shift cursing myself for what I once thought was a gift. Peoples lives are in my hand, and I continue to decide who lives and who dies, through my doctrine but I still don't understand. So I guess my practice is full of lies. I started this so I can help the people, but the proccess to come see me, itself is lethal. All I hear in my head is the blues, as I look to anyone to walk in my shoes.......
I keep waking up in the same situation, born in the hood so I guess that's my final destination. I gotta make a come up or this is me forever iv seen niggas here fo 50 years n nothin gets better. I gotta a family a kid an dreams of havin a house in the hills. But I'm in the hood so I'm a trapper tryna be a rapper just to pay the bills. Eat or get ate, that's the motto out here, cause liven in these streets u gotta have no fear. So I shutdown opposition and stomp down on friends, to make sure this isn't where my road ends. Man but these are all self made issuess, please i ask can anyone fill these shoes?
I was takin to the military to fight for my country, only 18 n now here I sit under a bridge cause its them who shunned me. I believed and support a conflict I didn't understand, but I was satisfied because it made me a man. Pushed and pushed till I beat all expectations n now 20 years later now I have no affiliations, my family looks at me with no relation, and I'm left here alone to battle my frustrations.a box for a home trash for dinner, as I stare at these bricks, that are my pillows,while my hope gets thinner. I'm not sure how I got to this place, as I look into my past , mistakes and memories laugh in my face, is there anyone out there who understand what I've bin through, please fit ur foot in my one n only shoe.....
Every morning I wake up with the same taste in my mouth, agony, self pitty, and everyone else's doubt. The thought of fuck it constantly on my mind, pack ur shit tatto the middle finger n just head south. But I submit to the reminder of who needs me and who can I live without. In denial of this is how it is, always trying to make a differnce, not sure how far or if I can make the distance but I refuse to be a part of this predetermined existence. As I witness accounts of many who have been subjected, and hand in their chips because it could be an oppurtunity neglected, satisfied with security over objective and then on ur death bed u lay regretted. I lay sponge like to this victims , in turmoil but cannot see it if only I can show them my vision. Its your decision to take what you have from birth till death, and share with everybody and expect opposition with every last breath. But we welcome fear over any other emotion, when the worst is death it happenes anyway everything in life drank that potion!!! But go ahead u know more then me, right?!I'm a 22 year old arab hippy right. Drown in this ocean, filled with lies and distractions, going through the motion, n have those bars n facebook n falcisities lower you down to the nearest decimal fraction.uhh.... yes my clothes are out of fashion, my body looks fathomed, suffering from depression all because makin you happy is my obsession. A kid with passions for what he truly cares for, barreling through peeople friends or family n breaking down the biggest door! "Make way for me n my dream"! I don't care who you are, I've come this far on foot , n I hope my friends are behind me, late but please excuse them, they use what we know as a car. Nonetheless I'm here now step aside, "whow there kid, u must follow the rules its a buisness, ur not welcome inside" letdown number 999, 999 but I still ride this ride. One more push one more shove to entertain n satisfy is what I'm here to do., but these constant rejections n displeased faces......fuck that I'm coming through!!!!!! Only to realize I do this for all of you, to bare witness to how someone holds something tight and stays true. To prove the humans are more than a 9-5, we could be happy if we knew how to decide n not continue the paths we leed, can't u see we have been decieved! Please my fellow beautiful creations idc color religion or sex orientiaon its the potential to make happen what me see in our imagination, thats my demonstration, I have spent and will forever spend my life in this field, try n make the world aBetter place, but more real, till then good luck keeping me concealed, as I run blindly through the world of the unkown, where a better understanding is what I call home,as I stare into a empty world, Im stuck all alone, please with what you know n what you do you really expect me to believe u can fill these shoes?