Bandana

My bandana

Your my star

Your my moon

My guitar

We don't know

Where we are.

Still we stand

They say people like me

End up dead or in the jail cell

No food had to eat off crack sales

Before u try to judje me off of my life style

Put your self in the shoes of a black male

What's my chance as a kid knock? a poverty

It's my god given right to pull a robbery

Society labels me a misfitter but in the street I'm looked at as a real nigga

My bandana in my right hand I fold it up and tie it around my whole hood

They don't understand why I keep a rag, why it's hanging on the back of my pants

I keep 1 maybe 2 or 3 represents where I come from

It's a g thang salute all the young boys and the OGs

Every thug in the country knows me

My bandana

Your my star

Your my moon

My guitar

We don't know

Where we are.

Still we stand

I keep a rag cause u never know bandana my face

show incase u gotta let it go

Damn near more than good from queens to foreign hood

Hoodstar touch the block like the man in office could

My bandana pass down for my son, sons and brother

One 'fore he turn 21. gun salute biggie out the coupe

While I shoot up and down the block thinking how to get the The jake don't see a celebrity

They see a set up plotting to knock u down before u get up

U talk and live it. Just left my homie came off the visit. revisiting good times back before he did it

Had the weed going and pop another bottle. they thought we never make it here victim of the hollow

Out here everybody got a hammer I never change for the camera that's on...

My bandana

Your my star

Your my moon

My guitar

We don't know

Where we are.

Still we stand