Quick To Judge (feat. Lucky T)

I don't got it in my headphones o yeah there it go

Every body run they quick to judge

But if they was in ya shoes could they lace 'em up

And take the path that you got to

Take the path that you got to you got to

Shorty 15 years old say she 19

Father complex her boyfriend is 23

Pregnant wit her second child and she's in the streets

Hanging out at the bar for 20 dollars get you dome piece

But what could she do the kids gotta eat

She can't go home and her man is a dope fiend

She got a fake I.D. now she in the club

Shaking her ass for dollars and trickin for drugs

Damn, I know you thanking where the parents at

Her momma with her cousin best client is her dad

Got a jaded perspective on what love is

So any sign of affection then shorty fuckin

Only attracted to thugs and **** hustlin

So now she deeper in drugs and get her ass whipped

But the you look in her eye you don't see pain

Either shorty went numb or just lost faith

CPS got her kids in a foster home

But her man won't let her see 'em say they fuckin gone

Fast forward five years and she 20 now

H.I.V. positive and ain't slowing down damn

Every body run they quick to judge

But if they was in ya shoes could they lace 'em up

And take the path that you got to

Take the path that you got to you got to

Every body run they quick to judge

But if they was in ya shoes could they lace 'em up

And take the path that you got to

Take the path that you got to you got to

Lil homie was 9 his father was a pimp

Mamma out of her mind she out here on the shit

Started trying to get it he think he gotta hustle

He just figure I get it then we ain't gotta struggle

I got some muscle i'ma lift it in'a flip the game

My momma gone kick it she gone get off the cane

My daddy just hit her so I might bust his brain

And they don't think that i'm wit it but I ain't fuckin playing

And I ain't waiting the conversation not taken for way it's really gone be

He ran up in to the house and then came back out wit the heat

His mother don't want him dead he got everything that she need

He feel like he had it coming he said he straight from the street

And the man that was 'posed to raise him ain't never there when he need him

Only show up when unsober it's over he finna bleed 'em

Won't learn it until he teach 'em move slow well then he gone speed 'em

Heat 'em up already done beat him up he don't want see 'em unless he's leavin

One or the other he bout to make him choose

Seeing one side of a vision that he will never view

Never lose whichever path you travel down

Don't let 'em judge don't never bring no gavel down

Every body run they quick to judge

But if they was in ya shoes could they lace 'em up

And take the path that you got to

Take the path that you got to you got to

Every body run they quick to judge

But if they was in ya shoes could they lace 'em up

And take the path that you got to

Take the path that you got to you got to