You can walk a mile in my shoes
But can you walk a mile with Jesús
Can u choose to change your views
Wake up and refuse to hit the snooze
Grind as if you had nothing left to lose
Can you put down the juice as an excuse
To defuse and soothes but never smooths
Cuz at night my street turn into Zoos
The loose screws confuse us on the news
While u indulge in pleasure instead of truths
That only proves abuse when you ******
So I ask are those ***** really balloons
Are those jules worth the abuse
You bump and bruise who's to accuse
Tell me before the wounds turn into tombs