Lyrics
Craft-
why does everyone feel the need to judge me?
it’s not just the strangers, it’s also those that love me,
it bugs me, I’ve had enough stereotyping,
they all shut the curtains and won’t let the light in
first lesson,
you think you know me you’re guessing,
you obviously have an altered perception
you’re destined to see me as something I’m not,
dressed in a hoodie on streets while I walk,
smokin’ a cig I get questioned by cops,
the smell is tobacco they’re sensing it’s pot,
must be because pigs are dense in the top,
what’s the solution? deception must stop,
where is the ending? I don’t hear a knock,
all are forgetting what children are taught,
labels on people not left in the shops,
without a blessing will humanity rot?
this thought alone makes me cringe and shudder,
I’m judged by my friends, my father, my mother,
I’m judged by my looks, I’m judged by my color,
but you can’t judge a book just by its cover
why does everyone feel the need to judge me?
it’s not just the strangers, it’s also those that love me,
it bugs me, I’ve had enough stereotyping,
they all shut the curtains and won’t let the light in
why does everyone feel the need to judge me?
it’s not just the strangers, it’s also those that love me,
it bugs me, I’ve had enough stereotyping,
they all shut the curtains and won’t let the light in
Cwaz-
In these days and times,
appearance will shine,
the mind is lost but simple to find,
just look beneath everything that you perceive,
a heavenly field of truth to see,
to read, to leave,
or take it and feed,
collectively naked when break it and bleed,
selectively shaken and stamp it with doubt
see some are ignorant quick to shout,
so stop hold your words tight in your mouth,
you may have no clue what you’re talking about,
cuz minds are cloudy, hard to decipher,
you might be right for leaving the cipher alone,
stick to your own,
takin whats shown this tone will cut to the bone
straight to the dome, so what’s the purpose?
alert this verdict deeper than surface
Hef-
Outside observers can judge you so quickly,
but i know what’s in me,
what’s in me is plenty,
of non-depressed non-alcoholic thoughts forming,
ignoring the jack-offs who are so important,
and you know when you break a stare,
you have an opinion already prepared,
and it might be scared,
might duck and run, or might smile,
but for me, I’m as accepting as piles,
like those other verses i’ve scrapped in the past,
pictures of ladies since I’ve tapped that ass,
grass that i’ve smoked now turned into ash,
a pile of shit which eternally lasts,
so blast me sure,
blast what’s pure,
blast me to pieces I carry the cure,
allure, I only support it with breasts,
so get your eyes set, am I a punk or just Hef?
Craft -
why does everyone feel the need to judge me?
it’s not just the strangers, it’s also those that love me,
it bugs me, I’ve had enough stereotyping,
they all shut the curtains and won’t let the light in
