Dam you standing there judging me!
Have you ever had to walk a mile on your knees?
Have you been the places that I have been?
And seen the faces that I have seen?
Or the scenery which are so mean?

Have you had the things done to you, what have been done to me?
No! You have never had to walk a mile in my shoes!
And absorb my abuse.
Never have you heard the words that I have been told.
Nor have your head banged against an unopened door.

But I don’t hold any grudges against you.
I watch you standing in your gold shoes, but I don’t know your tune.
Maybe I am wrong ’cause I don’t know what you’ve been through.
May god forgive us both so we’ll know next time what to do.

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