Confessions of a Banger

They are what I am and I am what they are
We both bow down to different God's 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 don't 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.