Throwing Stones

Yeah…
Everybody got dirt.
But some still throw stones.
You ever wonder why?

You pointin' fingers like you never slipped,
Like you never told a lie or let that mask rip.
Actin’ like a saint in a house of glass,
But your windows cracked, and your history's vast.
Yeah, you judge like a gavel with a prideful tone,
But your closet got bones, bruh—chill with that stone.
We all walk roads with a little regret,
You forget your steps when you cast that threat?

Throwin' stones with your hands not clean,
Actin’ like you flawless, livin’ in a dream.
Truth hits hard, ain’t no one pure,
We all got scars, that's for sure.
So before you throw, take a look inside—
We all got pain that we try to hide.
Throwin' stones? Better drop that weight,
‘Cause no one's perfect, and it's never too late. 

Yeah, I’ve said things I wish I could unsay,
Built up pride just to watch it decay.
But growth ain't linear, it's twist and flame,
And I see myself every time I place blame.
So don’t stand tall on a mountain of shame,
While you torch someone else in a righteous name.
‘Cause the louder you shout, the less you hear—
And guilt don’t disappear in a mirror so clear.

Who you foolin'? We all got flaws,
Tattooed pain and invisible laws.
Throwin’ dirt don’t make you clean,
It just spreads more mess in the in-between. 

Throwin' stones with your hands not clean,
Actin’ like you flawless, livin’ in a dream.
Truth hits hard, ain’t no one pure,
We all got scars, that's for sure.
So before you throw, take a look inside—
We all got pain that we try to hide.
Throwin' stones? Better drop that weight,
‘Cause no one's perfect, and it's never too late. 

Next time you reach for that rock,
Ask yourself…
Is it justice?
Or just your turn?