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 niggas 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