Prisoners of Judgement

Everytime we walk down the streets we judge
We assume and conclude, this is done too much
We do this sub-conciously with our concious minds
We're blind though we're not 'cause we been programmed over time
By propaganda from the media and religion
But fret not cos I am here to be your optician
Open up your heart's eye, turn over a new leaf
You can see more than the cover and read what's beneath
Only then understand why he or she is so
Walk a mile in their shoes, only then you know
How they grow to flow & show, this is how they do
You don't have to block 'em out if they ain't cool to you
Cos they locked out from your world where they're the prisoners
They are locked in your prison, where judgement is the curse
As a matter of fact, we're all cell-mates!
We're here for lookin' like we do, on the surface.