I'm From
I’m from a small town
Where everybody knows everybody
When you can walk in the liquor store for a bag of chips
And see that one classmate that is a clown
I’m from the ghetto, y’all say
Every boy has his pants saggin
Not even knowing what they’re calling themselves
Calling themselves, you ask. Spell saggin backwards
I’m from Mark and Ann’s branch
Strong and kingdom minded
Never easily influenced by others
I’m from a family of three
We give advice like Dr. Phil
Will go to the moon and back for one another
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