The Dirt (Nevada remix)

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 the 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-ooh, Lord knows I try so hard
Ah-ooh, Lord knows I've come so far
Ah-ooh, 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, oh
Come up with a scheme now
A dirty or a clean now, yeah

'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-ooh, Lord knows I try so hard
Ah-ooh, Lord knows I've come so far
Ah-ooh, 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