Gotta get kicked out and get your hands in it.
Gotta pull the thorns out of the pain in it.
From the middle to the bottom,
straight up to the top.
You ain't living life till you're feeling the drop.
Now if your crown ain't bad and your halo ain't crooked yet,
You might as well be six feet in dirt yet.
Some kind of danger,
some kind of trouble,
I call it digging deep without a shovel.
To get dirty,
you gotta get a little mud on ya.
To get dirty,
you gotta get a little blood on ya.
The bruises and the cuts,
the way you kick the dust.
You can't get dirty till you get a little
mud on ya.
A little blood on ya.
Gotta reach for the heaven,
stay the hell with it.
Like a diamond in the rough,
it's the way you shine it up.
You ain't living life till you're down in the mud.
Now if your crown ain't bad and your halo ain't crooked yet,
You might as well be six feet in dirt yet.
Some kind of danger,
some kind of trouble,
I call it digging deep without a shovel.
To get dirty,
you gotta get a little mud on ya.
To get dirty,
you gotta get a little blood on ya.
The bruises and the cuts,
the way you kick the dust.
You can't get dirty till you get a little
mud on ya.
A little blood on ya.
Shovel.