Unfit Shoes
UNFIT SHOES
How can you judge me? My shoes don’t, won’t, and could never fit you…You could never know why my choices make sense to me, but not to you. Yeah, you think “Well if I was her I wouldn’t let him treat me like that, I wouldn’t work for those idiots, and my car wouldn’t be black!”
You ain’t me, you never will be. You don’t know HE gave me his last dime to make sure me and mine could eat. I work for those idiots, cause my life ain’t just about me; I have kids, a mortgage, and a car payment you see. About that black car, that you just can’t stand…it gets me to and fro, so I don’t always need a helping hand.
My shoes are mine. Made especially for me, they are unfit to the world and made by Gods hands you see. So the next time you think of judging another, worry about the way your shoes fit and leave all judgments to the FATHER.
How can you judge me? My shoes don’t, won’t, and could never fit you…You could never know why my choices make sense to me, but not to you. Yeah, you think “Well if I was her I wouldn’t let him treat me like that, I wouldn’t work for those idiots, and my car wouldn’t be black!”
You ain’t me, you never will be. You don’t know HE gave me his last dime to make sure me and mine could eat. I work for those idiots, cause my life ain’t just about me; I have kids, a mortgage, and a car payment you see. About that black car, that you just can’t stand…it gets me to and fro, so I don’t always need a helping hand.
My shoes are mine. Made especially for me, they are unfit to the world and made by Gods hands you see. So the next time you think of judging another, worry about the way your shoes fit and leave all judgments to the FATHER.
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