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I was born where the pavement ends in gravel
Just a patch of dirt they never planned to travel
Mama's hands ached cleaning all the office floors
She would lock the door and pray for something more
I learned the numbers, learned to read the tide
Kept a hundred hidden in my pride
Every single closed door was a lesson learned
Every bridge I crossed was a bridge I burned
Now the city flashes, gold and green
But I still remember all the scenes
They can put me in a tower, call it grace
But I'll always own my grandfather's face
They said aim for the stars, I aimed at the ground
Built my ladder from the dirt without a sound
Now the whole block sees what I've found
I'm still that kid from my hometown
Dirt roads, broken shoes
Grandma's porch where the wild vine grows
Now the money talks, but I stay the same
Still I answer to my given name
Gold rings, new tattoos
But I still recall the alley too
Mama's ring, a rough-cut silver stone
My daddy's watch, it keeps me on my own
Never fold
They gave me the keys to the top floor plan
I still eat breakfast from a gravy pan
They put my name in gold above the door
But I still walk through the alley I walked before
My office is a tower with a hundred floors
I still remember hiding behind the doors
The shareholders all smile and ask me for more
I say,"I already got what I'm living for"
The chauffeur asks me where to park the car
I say,"The block where we used to spar"
The CEO wants a toast with top-shelf wine
I pour a little glass, but I'm still fine
They can buy all the world, but not what I own
I'm still rich in all the ways they'll never know
Every handshake, I look them in the eye
'Cause I never parted with my pride
Dirt roads, broken shoes
Grandma's porch where the wild vine grows
I bought mama a house with a key
She said,"Son, the key's enough for me"
Fancy cars, I walk
I still take the stairs to the twenty-first floor
They put my face on the boardroom wall
But I still feel the gravel from my first fall
Stay humble
