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young dopey - walk in my shoes lyrics

[intro]
this 6th block music so real
cuz it comes from deep down the heart, yea

[hook: marka]
could you walk in my shoes?
and follow my path
could you do the things i’ve done?
could you face what i face?
and come out on top
could you walk in my..
and could you go where i’m from?
see what i’ve seen
and do what i do, could you?
and at the end of the day
still walk, still walk
could you walk in my shoes?

[verse 1]
my lifestyle, boy it was buckwild
why’d you ever think i wrote that song thug child
it wasn’t easy being me
a young teen kicked out
selling crack to the dope fiends
it wasn’t cuz mama didn’t love her first son
she couldn’t deal with the stress
of a adolescent thug
didn’t matter i was still paid
king motel fresh whip
dropped outta 6th grade
for something reason
i thought it was normal
now that i’ve grown
i see i lived in a warzone (west side)
back in forth with the enemies
drinking colt 45
with lil serio in the p-ssenger seat
lied to older b-tches
told em i was legal
cuz this lil kid had a grown man stylo
had top notch p-ssy in the hood
had white b-tches from the suburbs loving inglewood
with good times came a lot of pain
like when the judge charged me as an adult
at a young age
i was a teenager facing life, no lies
i wasn’t ready to deal
with that type of stress
didn’t have time to be depressed
catching fades
cuz i’m from the most hated gang in los angeles
in that jail cell all alone
hearing momma shedding tears for me
through the collect phone

[hook]

[verse 2]
juvie hall, gladiator school
he disrespected
so i told em, meet me in the laundry room
win or lose, i did it for the neighborhood
for my father cuz he didn’t raise no punk
got a present when i turned 18
f-ck a birthday cake
i’m headed to the penitentiary
lost my first true love in the process
she told me to change
but didn’t show no progress
raised my hand putting work for the sur
working out, reading books
up in corcoran shu, ugh
dear leslie, i really wish you the best
i know you tried but i was just a knucklehead
i heard you married, and got 2 kids
i ain’t mad at you girl
you really was a true friend
my consequences as a young hogg
this ain’t no f-cken rap
this my true story dog
no lie, i’m trying to live a better life
kinda hard when you living in this gang life
kinda hard when against all odds
got felonies, so its very hard just to get a job
now i got it, its very hard to keep it
got a phone call that the lil homies need me
told me the rivals wrote on the walls
told em get the burner
and get the f-ck in the car

[hook]

[verse 3]
i seen friends, lowkey hate
smile in your face
really f-cking snakes, ugh
i heard plenty b-tches claimin’ they was in love
till your own homies be the first to give it up
i dealt with the police that was crooked
and the report
saying nothing but bullsh-t
in the court room testifying on me
telling lies, they didn’t care about my family
in the level 4, trippin’ over politics
power struggle
so that piece of metal had to sharpen it
in the hole yelling out the routine
showing other races we was ready for anything
led armies in the yard through the riots
stun grenades, bullets from the tower gun flying
refuse chow time due to the hunger strike
i didn’t eat for 20 days, 20 nights
people sayin’, they did it for la raza
in reality you haven’t done anything
all these rappers with their lil rappy trends
i just laugh, look at it like some cute sh-t
you couldn’t even walk a half a mile in my shoes
couldn’t come close earning my tattoos
living my lifestyle, boy you would’ve broke
most people in my shoes would’ve of lost hope

[hook]

[outro]
for everybody going through the struggle
feels like n0body understand
just lay back close your eyes
and know i understand
now press rewind

- young dopey lyrics

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