Walk a Mile in My Flip Flops

Bomber said.
Before you talk of all my life,
Try walk a mile in our slippers.
I'm not the clean tourist guy neither; me meet real trenchstone flip-flops,
With duck-tail bun vibes.
Oh, you're still walking.
Walk a mile in our flip-flops, tobos trouble.
Me still nastar, me eel touch road like pepper pot.
I me still reach pun time for short and sharp.
Man sê me lazy, man sê me slow,
But them can't take heat when the sun start glow.
Me flip-flop melt pun, the pavement crack,
But me strike still firm, na look back.
Walk a mile, walk a mile.
Feel the heat, feel the style.
Life rough, but me still smile.