I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me?
Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me?
I'm reaching out for you... I'm just so fxxkin depressed,
I just can't seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump,
but I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps,
fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up,
in order for me to pick the mic back up
I don't know how or why of when
I ended up in this position I'm in
I'm startin to feel distant again,
so I decided just to pick this pen
Up and try to make an attempt to vent
but I just can't admit or come to grips
With the fact that I may be done with rap,
I need a new outlet
And I know some shit so hard to swallow,
but I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow, but I know one fact,
I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
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One tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow, but you'd have to walk a thousand miles... In my shoes, just to see,
what it's like to be me,
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like
to feel your pain, you feel mine,
go inside each others minds
Just to see what we'd find,
look at shit through each others eyes
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get FXXKED, just stay true to you
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get FXXKED, just stay true to you . I think I'm startin to lose my sense of humor,
everythings so tense and gloom, I
Almost feel like I got to check the temperture of the room just as soon as I walk in,
it's like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact
Cause if I do that, then it opens the door for coversation, like I want that
I'm not looking for extra attention, I just want to be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room, maybe just point me to the closest restroom
I don't need no fxxkin man servant, tryna follow me around and wipe my ass
And laugh at every single joke I crack and half of them aint even funny like
"Ahh, Marshall you're so funny man you should be a comedian, god damn"
Unfortunately I am, I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don't you all sit down,
listen to the tale I'm about to tell
Hell, we ain't gotta trade our shoes,
and you aint gotta walk no thousand miles Nobody asked for life to deal us what these bullshit hands with doubt
We gotta take these cards ourselves, and flip them, don't expect no help
Now I could have either just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
But take this situation in which I'm placed, and get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid to wait but I know to unpack his bags
Or sat on the porch and hoped and pray for a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in, in every single place, every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid, even if it meant actin stupid
Aunt Edna always told me, keep makin that face till it get stuck like that
Meanwhile I'm just standin there holdin my tongue tryna talk like "thissss"
Till I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old
I learned my lesson then, cause I wasn't tryin to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story, not just based on my description Cause where you see it, from where you're sittin, it's probably 110 percent different
I guess we would have to walk a mile in each others shoes at least
What size you wear? I wear 10's, let's see if you could fit your feet... I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everyone has their private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me?
Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me?
I'm reaching out for you....
Yeah, to my babies, stay strong.
Dad will be home soon.
And to the rest of the world,
God gave you them shoes, to fit you,
so put them on and wear em.
Be yourself man.
Be proud of who you are.
Even if it sounds corny,
don't ever let anyone tell you, you aint beautiful.
I've been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me?
Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me?
I'm reaching out for you... I'm just so fxxkin depressed,
I just can't seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump,
but I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps,
fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up,
in order for me to pick the mic back up
I don't know how or why of when
I ended up in this position I'm in
I'm startin to feel distant again,
so I decided just to pick this pen
Up and try to make an attempt to vent
but I just can't admit or come to grips
With the fact that I may be done with rap,
I need a new outlet
And I know some shit so hard to swallow,
but I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow, but I know one fact,
I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
Copy
One tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow, but you'd have to walk a thousand miles... In my shoes, just to see,
what it's like to be me,
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like
to feel your pain, you feel mine,
go inside each others minds
Just to see what we'd find,
look at shit through each others eyes
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get FXXKED, just stay true to you
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get FXXKED, just stay true to you . I think I'm startin to lose my sense of humor,
everythings so tense and gloom, I
Almost feel like I got to check the temperture of the room just as soon as I walk in,
it's like all eyes on me, so I try to avoid any eye contact
Cause if I do that, then it opens the door for coversation, like I want that
I'm not looking for extra attention, I just want to be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room, maybe just point me to the closest restroom
I don't need no fxxkin man servant, tryna follow me around and wipe my ass
And laugh at every single joke I crack and half of them aint even funny like
"Ahh, Marshall you're so funny man you should be a comedian, god damn"
Unfortunately I am, I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don't you all sit down,
listen to the tale I'm about to tell
Hell, we ain't gotta trade our shoes,
and you aint gotta walk no thousand miles Nobody asked for life to deal us what these bullshit hands with doubt
We gotta take these cards ourselves, and flip them, don't expect no help
Now I could have either just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
But take this situation in which I'm placed, and get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid to wait but I know to unpack his bags
Or sat on the porch and hoped and pray for a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in, in every single place, every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid, even if it meant actin stupid
Aunt Edna always told me, keep makin that face till it get stuck like that
Meanwhile I'm just standin there holdin my tongue tryna talk like "thissss"
Till I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old
I learned my lesson then, cause I wasn't tryin to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story, not just based on my description Cause where you see it, from where you're sittin, it's probably 110 percent different
I guess we would have to walk a mile in each others shoes at least
What size you wear? I wear 10's, let's see if you could fit your feet... I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everyone has their private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me?
Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me?
I'm reaching out for you....
Yeah, to my babies, stay strong.
Dad will be home soon.
And to the rest of the world,
God gave you them shoes, to fit you,
so put them on and wear em.
Be yourself man.
Be proud of who you are.
Even if it sounds corny,
don't ever let anyone tell you, you aint beautiful.
