What It's Like - Everlast

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 ask the man for what he could 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)

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love

He said.

«Don't worry about a thing, baby doll

I’m the man you’ve been dreamin' of.»

But three months later he said he won’t date her or return her calls

And she sweared, «Goddamn, if I find that man, I’m cuttin' off his balls!»

And then 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)

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 down side of up

And everything between

I licked the silver spoon

Drank from the golden cup

Smoked the finest green

I stroked the baddest 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 at night

Liked to get shit faced

And keep pace with thugs

Until late one night there was a big gunfight

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 his pain

You know it comes 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…