The Dirt - Benjamin Ingrosso, Nevada

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 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 you’re gonna end up in a cell just like your father»

Ooh, lord knows I try so hard

Ooh, lord know I’ve come so far

Ooh-oh, each time I touch the stars

Something always brings me back to earth

And I’m back digging in the dirt

And I’m back digging 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 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’ve got a son and in a month you’ll have a daughter»

Ooh, lord knows I try so hard (Yeah)

Ooh, lord know I’ve come so far

Ooh-oh, each time I touch the stars

Something always brings me back to earth

And I’m back digging in the dirt

And I’m back digging in the dirt