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You Couldn't Walk In My Shoes

from Official Demo by Death & The Senator

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    fully mastered version of "you couldn't walk in my shoes." track three of the official death & the senator demo.
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you couldn't walk in our fucking shoes. this is why.

lyrics

(broken pen)[uuords]
what it's worth, little more than little curse
sinister, gift is a bow with the curse
lift curtains, beauty in her work
mother nature is a milf in a torn miniskirt
cynical to the scheme, what i seen shit hurts
but she smile with the vertical, essence in her work
city seen graffiti on ceilings of chapels
painted by captives, paint dripped shackles
no master, just twist to compassion
actually avoided madness with passion [but where you at?]
anxiety, nihilist, cry silent,
i throw shots at myself if i fight it
it's power, i believe it's in me so
"don't open your mouth" is the language that it speaks
live from the beast, belly beef like deli
bloody tarot cards is what god dealt me
(uuords)
and every day the day goes, amazin how the waves blow
stays cold haze blows away mary jane doe
lost inside this fictional depiction of the dayglo
to this day yo i still wonder what i was made for
tired of the tightrope between the human rainbow
walk ever tightly hopin not to fall to shame, so
enraveled in the same show, spittin game to lame hoes
but i ain't to blame, maybe i am to blame, yo
my chance went and came so stuck inside the brain of
kid sick of livin but too scared to change clothes
monster in the brain goes "ain't just a dream yo
change the world for many but your earth is still the same old
same old, same old, open up ya own throat
why don't ya clean ya own pipes with draino?
why don't ya end your own fights with cain yo?
why don't ya leave your whole life to abel?
keep your brother? you lost in the stables"

(mc pollock)
there are times
when i don't know what to do
there are times
when all i know
all i know
is you couldn't walk in my shoes

certainly work with me, urgently, cursin me
perversion, beast or burden workin in security
nervously i admit i'm runnin in circles so
is it the city or a self makes person
yeah no hell, they talkin slow still
where everyone's a teacher that talks but won't help
trapped in the cage where they laugh at my face
treat life like music theory
motherfucker i'm classically trained, go battle the king
death set a table for two so pull up a seat
this is real, and sometimes i feel
like assassins sent to kill, actually might help
heh, yeah, this is actually important
death can come for you two like his name was ordsmith
no diss, so know this
feel what i'm sayin then throw up a closed fist
(uuords)
entertain all these white folks, entertain all these black folks
but what about my folks? do i even have folks?
identity got me trapped yo, got hatred by the sackful
hidden behind the mirrors that reflect into my past blood
that's not what i've been askin, so close another chapta
last one, the instruments open to page infinite
implicit in this shit is indiscriminate definitives
when everything in the world comes down to ass kissin and
it's blastin that i'm puttin it, amassin all this interest
from crackas on the internet to black men on the interstate
i'm in a state of inner hate that sinks into the riverbanks
defenestrate your pre-concepts, call me the renegade
remember days, we would just walk in the sunrays?
remember how we ciphered on the subway?
life is not just one way, bullets now what some say
and some lay cause gunplay is monday to sunday

(mc pollock)
there are times
when i don't know what to do
there are times
when all i know
all i know
is you couldn't walk in my shoes

(broken pen)
walk with me, to a place my mind stalks
half eaten food, used condoms on sidewalk
walk around, lookin for stress to get high on
confusion pays more than tryin to right wrongs
racism, snake niggas, fake bitches ain't shit
white kids with drugs on honor roll wasted
fuck the flow, this is blood on beats
handlin beef like rocky in a freezer
hardbody, fuck what you thought
it's about what you know, glass house throw stones
the scroll that i stole little weight that it holds
that i know, the path to greatness go alone
my throne overthrown my thrones in the water
aquarius, king nameplate gold flooded
nose bloody walk around, no stuck up
and i rap all weird - so the fuck what?

(uuords)
don't want to hear how white kids n*lip their cigarettes
how action awareness makes them feel degenerate
when maybe you're deservin it, shit i'm just observin it
ain't forcin em to purchasin ritalin and percocet
but i can't teach you in a class
you can pay for shoes but you can't buy swag
school of dark clouds is in session
answers? man life is nothin but a question
nothin but a test upon the merits of your guessin
none if not a blessin from the heavens
nothin calculated educated, nothin happy or depressin
just another break in by the sperm into the eggins
oh you heard it was a blessin?
i'm a hypocrite, god and i can't help but stress it
while i continue stressin, just keep doin ya livin
inside i'll be dyin to know the difference
we never lie to you

(mc pollock)
there are times
when i don't know what to do
there are times
when all i know
all i know
is you couldn't walk in my shoes
there are times
when i don't know what to do
there are times
when all i know
all i know
is you couldn't walk in my shoes

credits

from Official Demo, released September 7, 2010
ben karas - electric violin, hands
devin kharpertian - vocals, hands
robert liota - electric bass, hands
zandile peniston - vocals, hands
maxwell pollock - guitar, piano, vocals, hands
max suechting - percussion, hands

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