I would tell you about the things they put me through,
The pain I've been subjected to,
But the Lord himself would blush.
The countless feasts laid at my feet,
Forbidden fruits for me to eat,
But I think your pulse would start to rush.Now I'm not looking for absolution,
Forgiveness for the things I do.
But before you come to any conclusions,
Try walking in my shoes.
Try walking in my shoes.