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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Holiday
J. Holiday
Performer
Mark Strowbridge
Mark Strowbridge
Guitar
Luke Austin
Luke Austin
Keyboards
James Thompson
James Thompson
Bass Guitar
Donnie Scantz
Donnie Scantz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nahum Grymes
Nahum Grymes
Composer
Donnie Scantz
Donnie Scantz
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Holiday
J. Holiday
Recording Engineer
State Of Emergency
State Of Emergency
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Dave Pensado
Dave Pensado
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Wuepper
Andrew Wuepper
Mastering Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Donnie Scantz
Donnie Scantz
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

See there's this lady that lives on the street She has no job, no home, no family And she barely has the chance to even eat So she begs and steals and sells her body Sometimes she may come off a little strong But she's just on her own But if it was you, what would you do? If you didn't have a home If you didn't have a pot to piss in, didn't have a kitchen Imagine if you was homeless Didn't have a job, no car, no friends Imagine if you was homeless Sometimes you should just look at your life And imagine if it was you Just imagine if it was you 'Cause one day, yes you could be homeless There's a man on the street He got holes in his shoes on his feet We be in the club spending doe Then we'd come outside and tell him no All he need is a couple bucks He's got a little change but it's not enough So we turn our backs and laugh or we stop in our tracks And turn the other way 'cause we got it made Sometimes he make 'em off Just a little strong but he's on his own But what about you, what would you do? If you didn't have a home If you didn't have a pot to piss in, didn't have a kitchen Imagine if you was homeless Didn't have a job, no car, no friends Imagine if you was homeless Sometimes you should just look at your life And imagine if it was you Just imagine if it was you 'Cause one day, yes you could be homeless A new day when I open my eyes Got a black president but there's people outside I know you've seen 'em and we all done passed 'em Some people seen some shit last night, still got 'em laughin' But it's not funny, it's all about money And I bet you won't go put on them shoes It's crazy because we're out clubbin', ain't worried 'bout nothing But imagine if that person was you, imagine if it was you
Writer(s): Donnie Scantz, Nahum Grymes, Luke Austin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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