Life of a Bandana

Damn, look how niggas use me and shit I can't say shit either They just do whatever they want with a nigga Ball me up, throw me in the corner It's like I'm a bandana Damn My Brother Dizz Made This I'm a bandana Like the American flag, I seen soldiers die over me Seen mothers cry over me, wipin' they eyes, holdin' me See, I was neutral 'til my designers put some colorful dye over me Red or blue and changed my design totally Cover me in paisley print to give you fashion 'Til gang members gave me power Now I'm cut from a different fabric Depend on which pocket you stick the rag in I'm usually peekin' out the back of Dickies, saggin' Bo-Born in the factory, shipped to the swapmeet Put up on the shelf along with others of different colors I see somebody's arm reach, Picked the one that was the color purple like the movie Guess he was reppin' Grape Street Days went by, I'm just chillin' in the store 'Til my future owner walked in the door The hat he wore had Old English letters across it that read Long Beach I saw his Chuck Taylors walkin' across the floor He pointed at me, I was happy, I finally made it out We jumped into his blue Challenger, music bangin' loud We pulled up to his weed spot 'cause was slingin' loud He tucked me in his back pocket, now I'm just hangin' out Yeah, everything was cool 'til he did him some dirt Tied me 'round his head, Ain't your mama's style, while sippin' some Syrup Ran up on his enemy and instantly went in his shirt Changed his whole energy, I think this nigga's berserk Did it in broad daylight so all his opps could learn a lesson Before he sent 'em to Heaven, start yellin' the turd he reppin' 30 years of life, killer took it in 30 seconds Then he used me to wipe his fingerprints off the murder weapon People filmin' the victim, they ain't conscious to his health They unconscious as him, ain't even dude some help We sped off in the car, my owner talkin' to his self Said it's his enemy's fault, he brought the coffin to himself Had to show 'em what was crackin', he went home, changed clothes Showed up to his son's birthday party like nothin' happened Left me in the car tied around his rearview mirror The windshield clean, nothin' could make my clear view clearer I seen a truck pull up, thought it was a family tryna fall through Until they jumped out in bright colors, I think they Damu My relatives tied around they faces, these niggas Piru They saw through the Challenger's windows and knew that I was all blue One said, "Yeah, that's his car, he gettin' knocked off" Kicked in the door to the party, start lettin' shots off Leanin' against the livingroom wall, that's where they caught dawg Poor kid, 12th birthday, he seen his pops fall His auntie rushed to his dad, said, "They shot my brother Shot my brother, they got my brother Oh, God, please, not my brother Somebody call an ambulance Please, somebody, go and call my mother" His gold watch covered in blood, it was time to kill Them niggas did it, then them niggas peeled, that shit was real My owner always said that this bangin' would get him killed What they did to Crip was so coldblooded, I get the chills At his funeral, his fam and his crew trippin' Head stitched up in the casket 'cause half of his roof missin' His suit drippin', his homie just laid me 'cross his chest 'Cause even after death, this nigga ain't through Crippin' I'm startin' to gain clarity, Just bury me with the nigga that carry me I don't want no more gangstas wearin' me It ain't cool to die before your parents and apparently The hood got mental problems, you all need some therapy Now here come Jeremy, that's my owner's son The one that seen him blasted, starin' in the casket, face plastic He told his pops, "Go 'head, rest in peace, Daddy I'ma take of mama, go 'head and sleep, Daddy You know I'ma be just like you" Then he picked me up, said, "Now I'm 'bout this Crip life too" Damn Fuck Come on, get some fuckin' help Get 'em outta here Go get some fuckin' help Nigga