I know where I come from, how bout you
I don't need baggy clothes or rings in my nose to be cool
The scars on my knuckles match the scuffs on these cowboy boots
And there's a whole lot more like me, how bout you
I punch the clock tryin to make it to the top How bout you?
How bout you
Do you feel the way I do
To tell the truth I think we're the chosen few
But that's just me How bout you