Raised in a small town
Sunday's in a church house
Back pew praying God don't strike down
Bad mouth,
No dad to put a smack down
Pants sag where the sun don't come round
Somehow
Step child got pulled out
From a dark cloud
Flipping my lifestyle
Just an outcast
Rebel of the white trash
Walking on train tracks

In God we trust
Like the sun coming up
I know he's looking out for us
In God we trust
Like the power of love
Shine from the skies above
In God we trust

Skate till we passed out
If the cops didn't crack down
Ride the subway all the way downtown
8 mile, open mic freestyles
In a small crowd
You know I got no smiles
No flow, got no style
No way no how
No pounds, no gold crown
Just a skate rat
Rolling with a backpack
Said I had no chance

In God we trust
Like the sun coming up
I know he's looking out for us
In God we trust
Like the power of love
Shine from the skies above
In God we trust
Bridge
Still growing with the faith I was raised on
Still making some mistakes I can learn from
If I only knew then what I know now
No telling what road I would've gone down
Not looking back It's the future that I'm looking at
Why would I focus on a story that I never had
Anyways might've been the struggle made me who I am
Either way I can say

In God we trust
Like the sun coming up
I know he's looking out for us
In God we trust
Like the power of love
Shine from the skies above
In God we trust