Confessions of a Banger

They are what I am and I am what they areWe both bow down to different God''s in the morning and at nightOur tatoos tell different storiesBoth proud of what we should be ashamed ofThey bring out the worst in me and I in themAll these things accumulate and become the enemyIt comes from what we have and who we areEvery one is a soldier for what they believe inYou have be careful that you don''t go...