Grew out of the child
When I lost my brother
We all went wild
In the summer smother
Smoked and drank
Ate beans every night
In a borrowed house
We were happy and tight
Had to grow a lot to get here
Suffered my mistakes
Don't know where I fit in
With these roots and fine tastes
Been a fraud many times
Searching for my place
Don't know tomorrow
Where I'll be
I'm lost in the chase
One way or another
We are all poor
To become rich
Is to stop wanting more
Learning to live
With little to get by
Just a small but of kindness
Makes it easy to fly
Had to grow a lot to get here
Suffered my mistakes
Don't know where I fit in
With these roots and fine tastes
Been a fraud many times
Searching for my place
Don't know tomorrow
Where I'll be
I'm lost in the chase
Ma said she don't care
If I'm the garbage man
As long as I be
The best that I can
I'm trying to be
I'm trying to be
I'm gonna be
Had to grow a lot to get here
Suffered my mistakes
Don't know where I fit in
With these roots and fine tastes
Been a fraud many times
Searching for my place
Don't know tomorrow
Where I'll be
I'm lost in the chase