My Bandana

My bandana

ur my star

ur my moon

my guitar

we dont 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 judge me off of my life style

put ur self in the shoes of a black male

Whats my chance's of getting outta poverty

its my god given right to pull a robbery

Society labels me a misfitter but in the street im looked at as a real nigga

My bandana in my right hand i fold it up and tie it around my whole head

They dont understand why i keep a rag, why its hanging on the back of my pants

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

its a g thang salute all the young boys and the OGs

every thug in the country knows me

My bandana

ur my star

ur my moon

my guitar

we dont know

where we are.

still we stand

I keep a rag cuz u never know bandana my face

Why let it 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 dont 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 thats on....

My bandana

ur my star

ur my moon

my guitar

we dont know

where we are.

still we stand