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was the child of a homegrown mess
Not a doctor, not an architect
Mama took whatever work she could get
Daddy cashed his unemployment checks

Back in school, the kids throw hard
Knocking you out in the yard
They call names or kick your ass
Mama said don’t pay them no mind
We might be poor, but we ain’t trash

Well they raised us on a thrift-store dime
There were no braces, we could have used them at the time
It was enough trying to make ends meet
Just keeping shoes on our ten little feet

And back in school, the kids throw hard
Knocking you out in the yard
They call names or kick your ass
Mama said don’t pay them no mind
We might be poor, but we ain’t trash

So be careful who you make fun of
Who you ridicule, who you choose to judge
Just take my Daddy, you know he tried so hard
But he lived and died in a trailer park

And this world seems so sad
Cause they got names for people like that
But you can’t buy the things he had
Like a good heart and a gentle manner
A sweet smile and a sense of humor
He would’ve give a stranger the shirt of his back
Does that sound like trash