Brown Leather Shoes

I went to the store to buy some shoes, for a new job
and I paid for them, but it was hard to do. would I really rob them?
I’m not a crook, but I was staring at the door
cause what’s a middle-class man supposed to do?
Oh the days are long since gone of where we’re from
If hate’s the word I feel, then I’ll move on
I just feel that reggae and blues,
in my brown leather shoes
Oh, but I feel another test coming in
Success for me is some kind of sin
Give me something else to believe in
Give me something else to believe in, oh oh
I just groove in my brown leather shoes
I can make the cash, but not with what I love
I don’t hate the job, I just hate that I have one
will someone help me, I need to choose this
or my brown leather shoes
I just feel that reggae and blues
in my brown leather shoes