Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You don't know my shoes Hand-me-downs, busted soles Roaches on the kitchen floor Mama praying over bowls Gunshots as a lullaby Sirens sang us back to sleep Uncle taught me dice and dope Before I even learned to read Corner store for dinner Hot chips, soda, bag of hope Best friend in a picture frame Name written in candle smoke Teacher said I’d be a stat I just laughed, kept my cool 'Cause how you judge my whole life From a desk and a book in a school [Chorus] You don't know my shoes You don't know this walk I choose All I ever knew was blocks All I ever knew was lose You don't know my pain You don't know this broke man's blues Talk about my life from far But you don't know my shoes (nah) You don't know my shoes (yeah) [Verse 2] Black skin, target on it Got searched on the way to class Hands up, still hands cuffed They just saw my hoodie past Daddy was a ghost to me He just lived in mama’s eyes Saw a man inside the mirror Had to build him from the lies Rap turned to therapy Writing on them corner walls Every bar a piece of truth Every truth another scar Judge me off the stories Never ask me what I seen You see records, I see faces You see thug, I see a dream [Chorus] You don't know my shoes You don't know this walk I choose All I ever knew was blocks All I ever knew was lose You don't know my pain You don't know this broke man's blues Talk about my life from far But you don't know my shoes (you don't) You don't know my shoes (yeah, yeah)
Tags
rap, Gritty trap-rap with male, half-raspy vocals; moody minor-key piano loop over heavy 808s and crisp hats. Verses stay tight and conversational, voice right in your ear; hook widens with stacked ad-lib doubles and a low, droning bass. Subtle choir pad under the last chorus for lift, then hard cutoff on the final bar., hip hop
Duration
2:09
Instrumental
No
Created
3/9/2026