Lately 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 or when, I ended up in this position I'm in
I'm startin' to feel distant again, so I decided to just pick this pen
Up to try to make an attempt to vent, but I just can't admit [bad word] to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet
And I know some [bad word] 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, I'll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow, but you got to walk a thousand miles [bad word] :
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 other's minds
Just to see, what we find, look at [bad word] through each other's eyes
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get [bad word]  just stay [bad word] to you
Don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get [bad word]  just stay [bad word] to you [bad word] 
I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humour
Everything's so tense and gloom, I
Almost feel like I gotta check the temperature 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 it then it opens 
The door for conversation, like I want that
I'm not looking for extra attention, I just wanna 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 [bad word]  man servant, tryna follow me around and wipe my [bad word] Laugh at every single joke I crack, and half of them ain't even funny, like "AAHHHHH!
Marshall, you're so funny man, you should be [bad word]  god [bad word] "
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, [bad word] We don't gotta trade our shoes, and you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles [bad word] 
Nobody asked for life to deal us with these [bad word] hands we're dealt
We gotta take these cards ourselves, and flip them, don't expect no help
Now I could of either just sat on my [bad word]  and [bad word] and moaned
Or take this situation in which I'm placed in, and get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags
Or sat on the porch and hoped and prayed 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 acting stupid
Aunt Edna always told me, keep making that face til it gets stuck like that
Meanwhile I'm just standing there holding my tounge, tryna talk like BLEGH!
Then I stuck my tounge on that frozen stop sign pole at eight years old
I learned my lesson then, 'cause I wasn't trying to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story, not just based off my description
Cause where you see it from where you're sitting, is probably 110% different
I guess we would have to walk a miles in each other's shoes at least
What size you wear, I wear 10's, let's see if you can fit your feet
 [bad word]  [Outro]

Yeah, to my babies, stay strong, dad will be home soon
And to the rest of the world... God gave you them sho