I was born my Daddy’s son
Hit the ground both feet on the run
Livin’ large ain’t easy to do
When all you’ve never known is too lottle too soon

I hit town smokin’ gun in hand
Five North for the promised land
I got no room for gratitude
But I got a lotta nerve and a whole lotta attitude
I live life in real time
Not the half-speed stuff that your Mother calls flying
So let the music do the walkin’
Tell your story walkin’

Tell your story walkin’
With your big mouth talkin’
Tell your story walkin’, Goodbye
Tell your story walkin’
With your big mouth talkin’
Tell your story walkin’, Goodbye

No more spendin’ nights in a dark hole
When the money came in I was walkin’ tall
When I threw down it was met with indecision
One man's junk is another man's treasure
Radio boy said it wasn't rock
Another said it wasn't urban pop
Man this bullshit here has got to stop
I'm juste tryin' to make some music

Who are you to try and tell me who to be
Try to program me and make me fit in your scene
I'm neither black or white, I'm somewhere in between
You tell me what that means

I was born my Daddy's son
Hit the ground both feet on the run
I got no room for gratitude
But I got lotta nerve and whole lotta attitude
I live life in real time
Not the half-speed stuff that your Mother calls flying
So let the music to the talkin'
Tell your story walkin'a