| You see him on the streets
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| He’s always there
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| No one has ever heard him speak
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| Although he’ll stare
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| Soon very soon he? |
| in his mouth
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| And you’ll be surprised of the words that come out
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| He might be a father that you turned your back on
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| Or your brother that haven’t seen in so long
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| You see him on the streets whith rats for clothes, how did he end up in the
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| streets no one knows where he is from or what is about
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| But you’d be surprised if? |
| in his mouth
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| He might be a prophet, that you read of in book
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| Or your savior, despite him clothes
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| So don’t you ever jump to judge
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| Don’t you ever jump to judge
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| Looks may be deceiving, but every man’s got their meaning
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| I can tell you, you might end up in he’s shoes
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| On the corner singing the blues
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| Don’t you ever jump to judge, look beyond the cover of before you jump to judge
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| Looks may be deceiving, but every man’s got their meaning
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| He might be a father that you turned your back on
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| Or your brother that your finger’s point on
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| The woman in the street that you pass by, is somebody’s mother, somebody’s wife
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| I can’t blind my eyes, I’m crying inside
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| People criticize who stereotype
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| Might be a mother that you turned your back on
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| Or your sister that your finger’s point on
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| We are the people of the streets, we all are one
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| No matter how you sit, a one nation
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| And soon very soon, we’ve got to be strong
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| And look beyond this mass confusion
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| It might be creation that you turned your back on
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| Or your heaven?
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| So don’t you ever jump to judge, look beyond the cover before you jump to judge
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| Looks may be deceiving, but every man’s got their meaning
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| So don’t you ever jump to judge, look beyond the cover before you jump to judge
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| Looks may be deceiving, but every man’s got their meaning |