Think You Know Me

You might think that you know me

You know where I'm coming from

You might think everything's all good

But at the end of the day you're all wrong

All blue chuck taylors blue Dodger hat

85 Regal my daughter in the back

I'm just a gangsta to most of y'all

On the real we're just hanging on the way to the mall

Weekdays I'm an RN down at Kaiser

Weekends at church I'm a youth adviser

Just because I'm doing good I can't forget my roots

I can never feel right in a tie and suit

501s and a plain white tee

I stay gettin' stopped by the LAPD

That's just life growin' up in south central

I been done move but it's not that simple

I gotta come back

My grandmomma there

Sometimes it's drama

But I really don't care

It's my neighborhood and I love it

Showin' all the little homies you can rise above it

You might think that you know me

You know where I'm coming from

You might think everything's all good

But at the end of the day you're all wrong

You might think that you know me

You know where I'm coming from

You might think everything's all good

But at the end of the day you're all wrong

All red chuck taylors red Dodger hat

Posted up at market with a bottle of yak

I'm just a gangsta that's what they say

But on the real homeboy I just had a bad day

Ten interviews no call backs

PO askin' me where my job at

I'm an ex-con that's almost useless

I'm a felon don't mean that I'm stupid

Got caught up tried as an adult

Lost five years of my life as a result

(real talk)

In the feds I prayed and I read

Anything to keep the system up out my head

I read Zinn Young Bukowski

You really don't know a damn thing about me

I probably gotta higher IQ than you

These jobs ain't hiring what should I do

You might think that you know me

You know where I'm coming from

You might think everything's all good

But at the end of the day you're all wrong

You might think that you know me

You know where I'm coming from

You might think everything's all good

But at the end of the day you're all wrong

All black dickies black Cortez

White wife beater a fresh shaved head

I'm just a gangsta that's what you thinkin'

You see me in the crew posted up by Lincoln

You see my tattoos

You figure why bother

Really I'm an artist and I got my own parlor

Hard workin' father wife and two daughters

Strugglin'

Trying to keep our heads above water

I'm a tax payer I'm bilingual

I'm chicano I'm not an illegal

(I was born here)

Tryin' to live your American dream

But you keep judging me about how I wear my jeans

They're 42s they starched and they creased

I got a education I got proper speech

I'm from the streets I'm not less of a man

Just trying to get by and do the best that I can

You might think that you know me

You know where I'm coming from

You might think everything's all good

But at the end of the day you're all wrong

You might think that you know me

You know where I'm coming from

You might think everything's all good

But at the end of the day you're all wrong