Tell Your Story Walkin'

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