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", hmm

(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 », hmm

(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