What Its Like chords

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Dm I've F seen the man at the liquor C store begging for Dm your chain.
The hair F on his face is dirty, C dreadlocked, and pulled to Dm Maine.
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He asked F the man C for what he could spare with shame Dm in his eyes.
Clear F the job, you C fucking slobs, or I'll Dm eat your plight.
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God forbid C you ever had to walk a mile in Dm his shoes.
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Didn't you F really mind know what C it's like to Dm sing?
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You didn't you really mind know what C it's like?.
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Didn't you F really mind know what C it's like?.
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Mary F got pregnant from a kid C named Tom who said he Dm was in love.
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She said, worry F about a thing, baby doll, C man, C# you've been dreaming Dm now.
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Three months later, he say, C won't date or turn Dm her call.
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And she swear, F god damn, if I find C that man cutting off Dm her phone.
And she asked for the clinic, Am and she gets C ecstatic walking through Dm the door.
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They call F her a killer, and they call C her a sinner, C# and they call Dm her a whore.
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_ God forbade you ever had C to walk a mile in Dm her shoe.
Then you really might know what C it's like to have Dm her.
Then you really might know what C it's like.
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F Then you really might know what C it's like.
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Then you F really might know what C it's like.
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Then you F really might know what C it's like.
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D I've seen the rich Dm man beg, I've seen the good F man sin, I've seen the tough C man cry.
D I've G seen the loser win, and the sad F man grin, I've heard the C honest man lie.
Dm I've seen the good side of bad, and the down F side of up, and everything C between.
D I G licked a silver spoon, drank a little F gold, and covered Am smoke with C finest green.
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D G Stroke that Dm his dimes, gleashed a couple of times F before I broke C they heart.
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Dm You know where it ends, and what leaves you, F it depends on where C you start.
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I used to get F named Max, he used to sniff C fat stacks C# out on the corner Dm with drugs.
He liked to hang F out late, he liked to ditch C his face to G keep his face Dm from thugs.
Till late F one night, there was a straight C gun fight, and Max lost Dm his head.
He pulled F out his chrome 45, C and thought some shit and wound Dm up dead.
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Now his wife and his F kids are gone, and the men sleep all of his pain.
Dm You know, crumple that wet list, that's Am what they say when you play G the game.
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Now I'm afraid you F ever had to wake up to hear Am the news.
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Dm Then you really might Am know what it's like to have G to lose.
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Then you really might know what C it's like.
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Am Then you F really might know what C it's like.
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Then you F really might know what C it's like _ D to have to lose.
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