Judging me

Its easy to make a judgment about someone, especially when you are even capable of walking in that person's shoes. When you come come from a different way of life. Our struggles are what makes or breaks. Life comes easy for some , but some of us were born into a nightmare, and we are just trying to survive . So don't judge me until you are ready to walk with me through my struggles until then shut the fuck up and stop judging me

Concrete jungle, my soul’s the prey

Every corner got whispers, what they say?

Judgin’ my hustle, but they don’t see

Nights with no dinner, dreams on E

Broken soles, holes in my kicks

Thinkin’ they know, but they don’t know sh—

Tryin’ to climb, but the ladder’s bent

Every dollar spent, just to pay the rent

Stop judging me, you don’t know my fight

Stop judging me, I’m tryna make it right

Stop judging me, my struggle ain’t yours

You don’t see the pain behind these doors

Mama’s tears mix with the sink’s drip

Pops gone, vanished like a magic trick

Got my scars, tattoos tell my tale

Dreams locked up, no money for bail

They see the hood, they see the crime

Don’t see the boy tryna stretch his time

Turn my pain to beats, make the speakers cry

But they still throw stones when I reach the sky

Stop judging me, you don’t know my fight

Stop judging me, I’m tryna make it right

Stop judging me, my struggle ain’t yours

You don’t see the pain behind these doors

They see my hoodie, they see a threat

Don’t see my heart, it’s full of regret

Don’t see the nights I prayed for a break

Don’t feel the weight that makes my soul ache

Stop the whispers, stop the lies

Look in my eyes, see a man that tries

(Lord, please help me)

Stop judging me, you don’t know my fight

Stop judging me, I’m tryna make it right

Stop judging me, my struggle ain’t yours

You don’t see the pain behind these doors

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