Say it’s a sin, to judge about him
Okay he’s wearing rag's, and his hands aren’t clean
And you with your attitude, lookin’ like a dude
Who you think you are, you acting so bizarre

People try to talk, other people down
Is he just  that good or can I turn him loose
He ‘s no better then you are, not even worse
Stop to do that thing, please stop that curse

Try to realise , you where like  him,
It’s easy to do; it’s not a sin
Look in the mirror, do you like what you see (boy)
Accustom yourself to the idea; you’re not better then him   

We walk the same roads, this is our world
We feel the same sunshine, on our skin
And even the air that I breathe, 
is the same as come through your mouth
We walk the same roads, this is our world
Feel the same sunshine, on our skin
And in the end, when we die, they burry us in the same ground 


©  harry loco 2001