Grown up  to get cut down Propped an watered  Just to get hung and dried Sounds like  American pride Im Red an blue Through and through  Born with a piny view  No silver spoon  just two  parents  without a clue So that's who  I'm  brought to you by That's why I  don't  give a fuck  what you wear  or drive  Main concern  Is heat a traction  State of mind  turn me into a man of acton Do what I gotta do  to make shit happen  No rags to riches  Turned my clothes to rags  digging ditches  I was 17 making grown men  look like bitches Fuck being in a kitchen  doin dishes Never been religious or believed in wishes  But my great gram taught me to pray So when shit gets rough  I find a few words to say