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
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 And I'm back diggin' in the dirt
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 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
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 And I'm back diggin' in the dirt