I walked a mile and my shoes are already worn. I took off my shoes to see the leather is already torn.
I did not know the holes in my souls can keep my in constant agony, and without money to buy more shoes I am in constant epiphany
The sun beats down and moving does nothing more than make me darker brown
An ugly sight, you say the least, but my blackness in color is your avenue to defeat
I can overcome the pain, the heat and the norm and all you can do is feel the wrath of life's scorn
Do you want to me to succeed or claim defeat... Do I get a new pair of shoes so I can move to a different beat
What is it with shoes and the need of their need... My ancestors have been barefoot despite the world's greed
$100 or more to pick the right breed, a slave to my feet which is slow to sew a seed
Do you believe I have lost the keys or I ran into a hornet's nest with more than 1009 bees
Do you wonder if my emotions are under siege or my frame of mind can't stand up to being free
No need to wonder any longer because my shoes are now gone but my feet has gotten stronger
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