Think You Know Me

歌詞

[Chorus] 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 [Murs] 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 [Chorus x2] 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 [Murs] 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... [Chorus x2] 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 [Murs] 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 [Chorus x2] 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