| Back in the day they used to call me a criminal
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| Running from the police
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| Hanging with the homies
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| Gun in my waist — getting high off them chemicals
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| I was only sixteen
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| 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 gonna end up in a cell just like your
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| Father
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| Ah uhh — Lord knows I try so hard
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| Ah uhh — Lord knows I’ve come so far
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| Ah uhh — 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 diggin in the dirt
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| And I’m back diggin 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
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| There’s gotta be a reason, I’m still here
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| So I pick up the pace — tryna my make me
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| Some money yo
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| Come up with a scheme now
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| A Dirty or a clean now
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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 got a son and in a month you’ll have a daughter
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| Ah uhh — Lord knows I try so hard
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| Ah uhh — Lord knows I’ve come so far
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| Ah uhh — 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 diggin in the dirt
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| And I’m back diggin in the dirt |