-1A Think You Know Me
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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 (what up, cuz?)
I'm just a gangsta to most of y'all
On the real, we just hangin' on the way to the mall
Weekdays, I'm an R.N. down at Kaiser
Weekends, at church, I'm a youth adviser
Just because I'm doin' 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 moved, but it's not that simple
I gotta come back, my grandmama there
Sometimes there'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, c'mon
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 on Market with a bottle of 'gnac (what up, love?)
I'm just a gangsta, that's what they say
But on the real, homeboy, I just had a bad day
Ten interviews, no callbacks
P.O. askin' me where my job at
I'm an ex-con, it'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
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 got a higher IQ than you
These jobs ain't hirin' for shit 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
All black Dickies, black Cortez
White wife beater, a fresh-shaved head (what up, home?)
I'm just a gangsta, that's what you thinkin'
You see me in the crew, posted up by Lincoln
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', tryin' to keep our heads above water
I'm a taxpayer, I'm bilingual
I'm Chicano, I'm not an illegal (I was born here)
Tryin' to live the American Dream
But you keep judgin' me by how I wear my jeans (for what?)
They 42s, they starched and they creased
Got an education, I got proper speech (fool)
I'm from the streets, I'm not less of a man
Just tryin' to get by, 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