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My Shoes
Dave Matthews
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What are you selling me?
I just don't accept what you're telling me
So much opinion, so much talk in them
But these are my shoes, and you never walked in them
Nah, I ain't mad, I'm patient
Coming at this life, you need calculations
No excessive put downs or adoration
I can make it, and I don't need your validation
Crabs in a barrel
Since I don't have that apparel, anyone that does gets an arrow
So many want fame, like it's validation
Don't want to face alienation, so you're taking aim
Through fault-finding and character assassination
Embarrassed by your own inadequacy
Saving face bait and making it seem
Like they don't deserve their occupation
Tryna change the narrative, seeking compensation
For your confidence deficit
Using condemnation if the aim is building a nation or better representation
Surely, it's better to focus on cooperation
Which needs a more positive, effective communication
But in the UK, we're all about bashing and breaking
Speaking of peace and love, while the action is hatred
I'm tryna prevent an illness like a vaccination
But you're stubborn and stuck on yourself like masturbation
What are you selling me?
I just don't accept what you're telling me
So much opinion, so much talk in them
But these are my shoes, and you never walked in them
Nah, I ain't mad, I'm patient
Coming at this life, you need calculations
No excessive put downs or adoration
I can make it and I don't need your validation
Now everybody's on this judgment and blame thing
Chances are if you lived through the same circumstances
With the same pressure, you would do the same thing
No, I'm not comparing how I'm faring
What's normal when the system is crazy with an insane king
Bubbles that burst rising inflation is all
Out of proportion, like the price of a painting
The thin line between hate and appreciation
Self-validation, consciousness is the wealth of a nation
It's monstrous since we fell at our stations
Put in economics over self-realization
Products over empathy our health's been degraded
Since there's poverty, you feel its wealth 'cause you made it
But what is wealth when it's still hell for your neighbors
Are you creative or draining the well of what's sacred
Hard to not cry over spilled milk and lost acres
Pain can distort the mind's eye, that's a consideration
Minimize these distortions and you'll be living greater
She's more than a survivor, she's live liberation
I observe her move further in my evaluation
She don't even need it, though, 'cause she don't need my validation
He could learn a thing or two from her standard jace
He could find his own still inside, still inside
You can find your own still inside, it's still inside
To understand, be patient, patient, be patient
What are you selling me
I just don't accept what you're telling me
So much opinion, so much talk in them
But these are my shoes, and you never walked in them
Nah, I ain't mad, I'm patient
Coming at this life, you need calculations
No excessive put downs or adoration
I can make it, and I don't need your validation
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