shoe city of champions

wind blows street sand

and he's got a cut on his left hand 
him the pen and don't say when he can flow

when they don't even know

which end is up or down

chillin' right here in the shoe town

or city which ever they choose

so many dunkin donuts 
and places to buy booze

not many shoes 
stores still around

and as far as champions 
only the local kind found

himself on route 24

don't know where else to go
anymore of this same old place

can't go anywhere and not know a face

in a new direction make the correction

leads to resurrection of the self 
and who he might be open 
all his eyes with third eye vision sight see

a peaceful end to frustration

sudden blue lights
license and registration

merely a profile if you don't fit the mold

no discrimination between young and old

a new brand of a stone illusion

same state of near confusion

still balanced toes right on the edge

push him harder won't fall from the ledge

and into dark night only two floors up

he has had enough but give him another cup

for the road he sits pigeon toed

on the road and then it snowed

never as much as they say

anyway more days off for kids to play

remember then to way back when

he is fine where he is at no need to do it again

only dreaming no sights set on making millions

no need got it all living in the shoe city of champions...