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Everlast - What It's Like
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We've all seen a man at the liquor store 
Beggin' for your change.
The hair on his face is dirty
Dread-locked, and full of mange.
He asks a man for what he could spare
With shame in his eyes 
Get a job, you fucking slob 
Is all he replied.
 
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)


Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom 
That said he was in love 
He said Don't worry about a thing, baby doll 
I'm the man you've been dreaming of 
But 3 months later he say 
He won't date her or return her calls 
And she swears God damn if I find that man
I'm cuttin' off his balls
And then she heads for the clinic 
And she gets some static walking 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)

I've seen a rich man beg 
I've seen a good man sin 
I've seen a tough man cry 
I've seen a loser win 
And a sad man grin.
I heard an honest man lie 
I've seen the good side of bad 
And the downside of up 
And everything between.
 
I licked the silver spoon 
Drank from the golden cup 
And smoked the finest green.
I stroked daddy's dimes 
At least a couple of times 
Before I broke their heart.
You know where it ends yo 
It usually depends on where you start.

I knew this kid named Max
He 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 the pace with thugs.
 
Until late one night he was pickin a fight 
And Max lost his head. 
He pulled out his chrome 45 
Talked some shit, and wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids 
Are caught in the midst of all of this pain 
You know it 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.