Same Shoes, New Floors
Used to walk past places like,
‘That's probably not for me.’
Door opened.
Same shoes.
Same shoes, better lobby,
same walk, nicer floor.
Used to wonder who gets invited,
now they're holding me the door.
I ain't learn some secret handshake,
ain't become somebody new,
Just kept showing up long enough till somebody waved me through.
Still checking what shit costs,
still hate paying twelve bucks for water.
Still looking around sometimes thinking,
‘Everybody here looks richer than I thought.’ But nobody threw me out
yet, so apparently we're good—
Funny how impossible starts looking pretty fucking normal when you do it.
SAME SHOES! BETTER PLACES!
Same damn name, just some different faces.
Used to look through the window,
now I'm walking through the door— Still don't know what I'm doing,
I JUST DO IT ON A BETTER FLOOR!
Same shoes! Better view!
Didn't turn into somebody—I JUST FINALLY MADE IT THROUGH!
If you're wondering what changed,
here's the truth when you trace it:
Same bastard.
Same
shoes. BETTER PLACES!
Used to see the nice car,
nice room, nice table,
Thought everybody sitting there must've known something I wasn't able.
Turns out half are improvising,
other half just dress it better,
Everybody's making shit up—some just bought a nicer sweater.
I ain't polishing my accent,
ain't pretending wine tastes great,
If somebody says ‘notes of oak,’ I'll smile and drink the fucking
thing anyway.
I can appreciate the upgrade without acting like I changed— Put the
same fool somewhere nicer,
watch him learn to use the space.
Do I belong here?
Apparently.
Do I know what I'm doing?
Absolutely not.
But neither do they.
Better room!
Better view! Better opportunities!
Better me?
Nah. Same motherfucker with better options.
SAME SHOES! BETTER PLACES!
Long fucking road, now we're changing destinations.
Used to wonder what was happening on the other side of doors—
NOW I'M INSIDE LOOKING OUT AT WHERE I STOOD BEFORE!
Same shoes! Better view!
Didn't become somebody else just to finally make it through.
Still hungry, still laughing,
still figuring out the basics— SAME BASTARD!
SAME SHOES! BETTER FUCKING PLACES!
Yeah.
I could get used to this.