Back in the days they used to call me a criminal
Running from the police, hanging with the homies
Gunning my way, getting high of the chemichals
I was only sixteen, keep it on 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 be smarter
Or you’re gonna end up in the cell just like your father
Ah uhh, lord knows I’ve tried so hard
Ah uhh, lord know I’ve come so far
Ah uhh, each time I touch the stars
Some things always brings me back to earth
And I’m back to get in the dirt
And I’m back to get in the dirt
I’m coming of age and they call that a miracle
I’m alive and breathin’, there’s gotta be a reason
I’m still here
So I pick up the pace tryna make me some money, oh
Come up with a scheme now, oh daddy you're all clean now
Yeah
’Cause my mama tells me, you better make it
Enough for youself that you should do before your lady
Yeah my mama tells me, you gotta be smarter
You got a son and in a month you'll have a daughter
Ah uhh, lord knows I’ve tried so hard
Ah uhh, lord know I’ve come so far
Ah uhh, eavh time I touch the stars
Some things always brings me back to earth
And I’m back to get in the dirt
And I’m back to get in the dirt