Don't Judge Me
TRU Lyrics
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Times are shady for a g
The streets got me crazy, trying to stay free
The ghetto raised me, I can't sleep
Once citizen as a baby, now look at what y'all made me.
So don't judge me
Don't judge me on how I dress and the niggas who I hang with
Just cause from my pants sagging, I wear rags, I'm on some gang shit
Used the hood for us wealth, it got that good for myself
Think about all these niggas in the hood couldn't help
Now I expect y'all to doubt me
Cause my own family doubt me, told me I'll never amount to shit
They probably fight, cause all I wanna do is go ounce to bricks
Hang around with the clique, probably catch me bouncin the six
Go to a party at night, find some tight,
Probably leave the party with a chick
Now as a kid ain't the same thing come back, remember when
Is all my four-five pourin' liquor out on town
While I reminice about my friends
Trying to avoid penetentaries and cemetaries, ain't no fucking fun
They got are hands up on the gun, they got a nigga up on the run
Trying to forget the bullshit, gotta pull quick,
My enemies know me, I know them
Always left on the field, death is always there, I just never know when
So till you how I live, you can't judge me, on the streets you love me
You can make me famous, till a never change me
Still live dangerous, how is it you blame me
What
Chorus x2
Verse 2 (popeye)
I take what you want, suppose every individual thug
See a nigga walk away, delay the miserable drug
Nigga we burnin' every bridge in the city, committy prisoners
Suckers who took a pistol in hand, my shit be vicious
I travel with the narrow shit, you follow within the gun play
Pretty future for none of us, make it before the sun lay
Cause living off the pistol pull, pull it's to murder they farm
Back up within the halls of they calio, pistol kate warm
Today storm between the dark earth, inside the gun flame
Presence so close to touching us all before the sun came
Supported smoke rise above us, burning my energy
Open triggers receiving whatever my father sent to me
Cause living got the weather flow
We raise our kids beside the better grow
You better leave, you better let her know
Keep a focus, part in your vision, inside the lord
Hanging within the trigger my nigga, cause time is hard
Chorus x2
Verse 3 (c-murder)
My life ain't the same, I want change, I maintain
So much pain got me praying, and constantly saying
Don't judge me, just trust me, sometimes just hug me
How come these niggas mug me, why don't these niggas love me
The ghetto raised me so don't blame my people
Cause ah from day one y'all know y'all never treated me equal
It's like my skin tone had y'all mind gone
Gave me a bad name like dope, like I was herion
Y'all feel me, damn they kill me, left me in the streets to die
Till the day I wonder why, I even open my eyes
It's like I'm cursed cause I had to snatch a purse to eat
They wouldn't give me a job so I took it to the streets
And made a dollar out of nothing, not even fifteen cents
Sleeping, pillow to post, wishin' bad luck come to an end
It's wicked how these streets turn they back on you dawg
When they the main motherfuckers that made you fall
Don't judge me
Chorus x2
The song "Don't Judge Me" by TRU featuring Silkk the Shocker, Popeye, and C-Murder, talks about the struggles of living in the ghetto, where one's environment can shape their life's outcome. The chorus sets the tone for the track, explaining how difficult it is to survive in such a rough area. Silkk's verse describes the negative stereotypes and prejudices that face individuals from the ghetto, where people judge based on clothing, friends, and lifestyle. The lyrics detail the challenges of life in this environment, including the absence of support from family and the risk of ending up in prison or being killed. The second verse is narrated by Popeye, who talks about burning bridges in the city, leading to a bleak future for every thug. The third and final verse is C-Murder's, where he discusses the struggles and stigma of growing up in the ghetto, maintaining that his life was shaped by the people and environment around him.
Line by Line Meaning
Times are shady for a g
Life is difficult and dangerous for someone living in the ghetto
The streets got me crazy, trying to stay free
Living in the streets and trying to avoid getting caught up in criminal activity is driving me insane
The ghetto raised me, I can't sleep
Growing up in a poor, violent neighborhood has had a profound impact on who I am and I struggle to find peace
Once citizen as a baby, now look at what y'all made me.
As an innocent child, I had potential to become anything but societal forces have molded me into a product of my environment
Don't judge me on how I dress and the niggas who I hang with
Don't make assumptions about me based on my appearance or the people I associate with
Just cause from my pants sagging, I wear rags, I'm on some gang shit
Don't stereotype me because of my style of dress, it doesn't define who I am
Used the hood for us wealth, it got that good for myself
I learned how to survive and even thrive in the hood, but it doesn't mean I'm a criminal or a bad person
Think about all these niggas in the hood couldn't help
I acknowledge the struggles and suffering of others in the same community as me
Cause my own family doubt me, told me I'll never amount to shit
Even my own family has little faith in me and belittles my aspirations
Probably leave the party with a chick
I may be sociable and enjoy meeting new people, but it doesn't mean I'm promiscuous or immoral
Trying to avoid penetentaries and cemetaries, ain't no fucking fun
Living life carefully and avoiding violence and crime is a necessary but difficult task
So till you how I live, you can't judge me, on the streets you love me
You shouldn't be quick to judge me without understanding the challenges I face living in this environment
My shit be vicious
I am capable of being violent and have a certain reputation that precedes me
Today storm between the dark earth, inside the gun flame
Living in a world where violence and aggression are commonplace is like being in the midst of a storm and surrounded by danger
Cause living got the weather flow
I have learned to adapt to the rough conditions of life in the ghetto in order to survive
We raise our kids beside the better grow
We strive to provide a better life for our children, but the circumstances make it challenging
It's like my skin tone had y'all mind gone
My race has had a significant impact on how society views and treats me
Gave me a bad name like dope, like I was herion
Society has labeled me as a bad person purely based on my circumstances and not my individual actions
It's wicked how these streets turn they back on you dawg
The community you grew up in and should count on for support can be quick to abandon you or even work against you
Contributed by Alex Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.