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 them 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 uhh Lord knows I try so hard
Ah uhh Lord knows I've come so far
Ah uhh 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 yo
Come up with a scheme now
A Dirty or a clean now

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 uhh Lord knows I try so hard
Ah uhh Lord knows I've come so far
Ah uhh 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