What It's Like

Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain
Who used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
Then you really might know what it's like

He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll
I knew this kid named Max

God forbid, you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
He liked to hang out late
I've seen a tough man cry, I've seen a loser win
God forbid, you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
But 3 months later, he say he won't date her or return her calls
Until late one night, there was a big old fight and Max lost his head
"Get a job, you fucking slob," is all he replies
Then you really might know what it's like
And a sad man grin, I heard an honest man lie
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
And then she heads for the clinic
I'm the man you've been dreaming of"

I've seen a rich man beg, I've seen a good man sin

God forbid, you ever had to wake up to hear the news
And she swear, "Goddamn, if I find that man, I'm cuttin' off his balls"

Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
And smoked the finest green
Before I broke their heart
He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up dead
I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times
I've seen the good side of bad and the downside of up
You know it comes that way
At least that's what they say when you play the game
And everything between
And she gets some static walking through the door
Then you really might know what it's like
I licked the silver spoon, drank from the golden cup

You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start

And they call her a whore
Then you really might know what it's like
He liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs
Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner
Then you really might know what it's like
Then you really might know what it's like
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose

Then you really might know what it's like

He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes