The Dirt lyrics

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