Текст Benjamin Ingrosso – The Dirt

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

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