Walk A Mile In My Shoes

I'm that guy. . . that exists on the streets. . . traveling on bare feet. . . asking you to please walk a mile in my shoes

For the cracks on my heels wont heal, so that reveals. that i am a Normad that travels long distances without any idea of what to do.
For my 9 to 5, to survive on a daily basis is by means of going through my dinner plate, looking for whatever thrown away food that i could find and if I'm struck, by bad luck, i would swallow my bride and tap on the shoulders that pass and ask. . . may i have something to keep me alive if you do not mind.

From one city block to another, looking for whatever i could afford and what i could keep. for the day is to short to take time off, for my ankles feel like they are wearing shackles and keep me awake at night to sleep.

and by any chance, i would snuggle myself up in my favorite mink blank, which is best known as a plastic sheet. for the springs on my bed are as hard as the pavement that hurts, more than my past that i constantly meet.

I would look for the nearest river Jordan in the Metropolis to baptise myself, to cleansed from my sweat and dirt. brush my rusted teeth, with a fresh twig and force it in between even if my gums could hurt.

i have an attire, that is tired of covering my skeleton body, which shows my ribs and health status in high definition. learning the tricks and trades in the concrete jungle tree shades which was and is my only institution.

I would write on a cardboard and wait at the robots (traffic lights) so that people may see, that i am as broke as my english spelling and the distance between and me hunger, is measure by the air in my stomach which keeps on swelling.

to escape the pains that runs through my vain and thoughts that erode my mind, i would look for a hit, to fix my fix and watch them all fly away, once i wake up to reality, i would pick up my rugged bible from my rugged bag and talk out loud, yet i forgot how to pray.

i would day dream all day everyday, without any vision of whether im coming or going in this lifetime and im constantly looking over my shoulder and wonder when death will flatten my life line.

the life that i live is in the proof of the pudding which i never get to eat at its prime, the streets will not be my demise, but the decisions that i took in life will be my absolutely defeat. . . in this lifetime.

Check out the recorded version at the link below

http://clearakaclearasfire.bandcamp.com/track/walk-a-mile-in-my-shoes-ft-nkosinathi-jay-sax-nkosi