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
