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 --- Think You Know Me - Murs