The Dirt

Back in the day they used to call me a criminal Running from the police Hanging with the homies Gun in my waist, getting high off the chemicals I was only sixteen Kicked out on the streets My mama told me, if you wanna make it You better figure out your life before they take it Yeah, my mama told me, you gotta get smarter Or you gonna end up in a cell just like your father Ah-ooh, Lord knows I try so hard Ah-ooh, Lord knows I've come so far Ah-ooh, each time I touch the stars Something always brings me back to earth And I'm back diggin' in the dirt And I'm back diggin' in the dirt I'm coming of age and they call it a miracle I'm alive and breathing There's gotta be a reason, I'm still here So I pick up the pace, tryna my make me some money, oh Come up with a scheme now A dirty or a clean now, yeah 'Cause my mama tells me, "You better make it If not for yourself then you should do it for your lady" Yeah my mama tells me, "You gotta get smarter You got a son and in a month you'll have a daughter" Ah-ooh, Lord knows I try so hard Ah-ooh, Lord knows I've come so far Ah-ooh, each time I touch the stars Something always brings me back to earth And I'm back diggin' in the dirt And I'm back diggin' in the dirt