[Hook:]
My bandana
Your my star
Your my moon
My guitar
We don't know
Where we are
Still we stand

[Verse 1: Maino]
They say people like me
End up dead or in the jail cell
No food had to eat off of crack sales
Before u try to judge me off of my life style
Put your self in the shoes of a black male
What's my chances of gettin' out of poverty
It's my god given right to pull a robbery
Society labels me a misfitter
But in the street I'm looked at as a real n***a'
My bandana in my right hand
I fold it up and tie it around my whole hood
They don't understand why I keep a rag
Why it's hanging on the back of my pants
I keep one maybe two or three
Represents where I come from it's a g thing
Salute all the young boys and the OG's
Every thug in the country knows me