Confessions of A Banger

They are what I am and I am what they are We both bow down to different Gods in the morning and at night Our tatoos tell different stories Both proud of what we should be ashamed of They bring out the worst in me and I in them All these things accumulate and become the enemy It comes from what we have and who we are Every one is a soldier for what they believe in You have be careful that you dont go off on the deep end of a philosophy or doctrine You can get out there and get lost and never make it back Between the truth and reality is a place called common sense and balance In the grip of pride everything you say and do is right.