Eric Bibb Judge Not Your Brother
Passed a young man on the street dressed in rags
couldn't have been more than 25
Lying on the sidewalk in a sleeping bag and a sign that
read:
Your kindness keeps me alive
I remember I stopped and turned around couldn't hold my
tongue saying something about that sign bothers me
So I asked him, "Why's a guy like you healthy, white
and young living off working folk's charity?" He said,
Judge not your brother
Walk a mile in his shoes
You see he's doing the best that he can do
Like me and you
My mouth fell open wide shocked by the truth
The look in his eyes was wise and sad
He said, "Brother, I was born a rich man's son, but I
gave it all away, every last dollar I ever had".
He wanted to know how it felt to be humbled by disdain,
pity and indignation.
He asked me if I'd read the book Black Like Me. He said
it was his inspiration.
Judge not your brother
Walk a mile in his shoes
You see he's doing the best that he can do
Like me and you
Just when we think we know what's really going on
Life serves us a surprise
A lesson to learn again and again
'Cause we've all been victimized by prejudice and lies
Judge not your brother
Walk a mile in his shoes
You see he's doing the best that he can do
Judge not your brother
Walk a mile in his shoes
You see he's doing the best that he can do
Like me and you.
