the jury
Who are you to judge me.
Judge me not on looks nor brains or social status.
What will you judge me on.
My clothes.
My cars.
The house.
The money.
Judge not me, but yourself for judging me that way.
Who are you too look at my wife
My kids
My white picket fence.
Why must you compare yourself to me
This is my life
You have your own life.
Let me now judge you on your tattoos.
Your musical preferences.
Your night clubs/
Your three hot's and a cot
Your not a friend
Why should i care what you say, what you feel, or even care.
You've judged me , and i you.
Now we lie here six feet under side bye side with flowers on our birthdays.
Weren't you glad you judged me.
You didnt even know me.
Judge me not on looks nor brains or social status.
What will you judge me on.
My clothes.
My cars.
The house.
The money.
Judge not me, but yourself for judging me that way.
Who are you too look at my wife
My kids
My white picket fence.
Why must you compare yourself to me
This is my life
You have your own life.
Let me now judge you on your tattoos.
Your musical preferences.
Your night clubs/
Your three hot's and a cot
Your not a friend
Why should i care what you say, what you feel, or even care.
You've judged me , and i you.
Now we lie here six feet under side bye side with flowers on our birthdays.
Weren't you glad you judged me.
You didnt even know me.
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