The Dirt (Nevada Remix)

Back in the days 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 16, 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 youre gonna end up in a cell just like your father'
Ooh, lord knows I try so hard
Ooh, lord know Ive come so far
Ooh-oh, each time I touch the stars
Some things always brings me back to earth
And Im back digging in the dirt
And Im back digging in the dirt
Im coming of age and they call it a miracle
Im alive and breathing, theres gotta be a reason , Im still here
So I pick up the pace, tryna 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
Youve got a son and in a month youll have a daughter '
Ooh, lord knows I try so hard (Yeah)
Ooh, lord know Ive come so far
Ooh-oh, each time I touch the stars
Some things always brings me back to earth
And Im back digging in the dirt
And Im back digging in the dirt
Each time I touch the stars
Some things always brings me back to earth
And Im back digging in the dirt
Some things always brings me back to earth
And Im back digging in the dirt
Each time I touch the stars
Some things always brings me back to earth
And Im back digging in the dirt