Testo Born Alone

Dead man's shoes, double dare you to rock 'em
Slip 'em on smooth, they gon' fit no problem
They always do
It's like they were made for your two feets, kids laid out in the streets, no kicks, limbs askew
That's how they did my cousin in '86, auntie saw it on the news
He had one on, one off, it was by the bare foot that she knew
My wife said, "The baby feet look just like you"
And I thought about that when they went to sleep, I cried too Dog-eared Timberland boot
Sauconys on a Brooklyn stoop
In pretty good shape, toothbrush the suede
Mouth full of toothpaste, lookin' in the mirror like, "I know my day comin', I pray it's not today"
Seen 'em coming like, "Hold on, hold on, wait," ain't no way