| Back in the day they used to call me a criminal
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| Running from the police, hanging with the homies
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| Gun in my waist, getting high off the chemicals
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| I was only 16, kicked out on the streets
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| My mama told me, «If you wanna make it
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| You better figure out your life before they take it»
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| Yeah, my mama told me, «You gotta get smarter
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| Or you’re gonna end up in a cell just like your father»
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| Ooh, lord knows I try so hard
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| Ooh, lord know I’ve come so far
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| Ooh-oh, each time I touch the stars
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| Something always brings me back to earth
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| And I’m back digging in the dirt
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| And I’m back digging in the dirt
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| I’m coming of age and they call it a miracle
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| I’m alive and breathing, there’s gotta be a reason, I’m still here
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| So I pick up the pace, tryna make me some money, oh
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| Come up with a scheme now, a dirty or a clean now, yeah
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| 'Cause my mama tells me, «You better make it
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| If not for yourself, then you should do it for your lady»
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| Yeah, my mama tells me, «You gotta get smarter
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| You’ve got a son and in a month you’ll have a daughter»
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| Ooh, lord knows I try so hard (Yeah)
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| Ooh, lord know I’ve come so far
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| Ooh-oh, each time I touch the stars
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| Something always brings me back to earth
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| And I’m back digging in the dirt
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| And I’m back digging in the dirt |