As I tell these stories, they captivate your whole mind,
Some of hate and glory, others of new life signs,
Please sit back and listen, you may even acknowledge some,
Because your stepping in the shoes of, my choice of anyone,
In The Shoes Of..A Police Officer
Stepping on the same street, of a day by day beat,
He's meant to be fighting crime, yet his mind is in retreat,
His pistol at his side, his handcuffs at his back,
Take's his cruiser out for a ride and, repeats the same track,
He's the man who places the tape around the crime scene,
The hardest working of them all, yet he's never really seen,
In general he's considered a hero, alone he's not much,
He keeps street thugs in fear though, with 30 minutes for lunch..
In The Shoes Of..A Teacher
Inner city children, lives are torn apart she knows,
To teach these little thugs, the life that she has chose,
Her pay isn't much, but the benefeits are the jobs peak,
Weekly pay's triple digits and such, but her health care's why she speaks,
You see she'd been in an accident, had almost lost her life,
Why to a good samaritin pascifist, who she be filled with such a strife,
But had it of not for her health care, the debt she'd face is worst,
Without it she'd be as good as if laying face first in a hearse..
In The Shoes Of..A Beggar
Life consists of nothing more mere than the corner,
It has boardered her as a loner, her deep tan makes her a foreigner,
To most people she's just considered a Jane Doe,
The woman you give spare change to, yet you don't even know,
So, she mumbles to her self and you claim her crazy,
But maybe this wouldn't be the fact if people weren't so damn lazy,
"Oh who cares for here", "The bitch is completely nuts",
Maybe cause she lives in cardboard huts, and has a limp when she struts,
Why would she need medical attention, she just another useless face,
No one bothers with her, a desolate space to place what was originally erased,
Something you'd hate to end up being, but you've just got the bitter taste..