lyrics:

Jefferson:
Growing up on the country side, where we used to cruise around on a bike.
On the concrete Chillow was skating, while I writing a song for the ladies.
I remember when we went uptown, and the people where digging the sound. A week later we where rocking them beats, made a record, put it out on the streets.

We,..walk on muddy grounds, On the country side.
It's a bumpy ride but we get by,
Walk on muddy grounds, On the country side.
It's a bumpy ride but we get by.

Reap:
Here's a crash course now huttle, bout that asphalt jungle only farm I been on was in the fresh air fund.
Got to work out that brain muscle, plus your legs core & arms cause them hunters gonna want to tussle.
Still I love to play the strip with my people, hustlers trying to survive high but we get by, swimming with the tide,
so we don't drown,
Jeff walked the country side we walked the concrete grounds a different pace & place but Music is both our first loves & we lounged on lazy days.
But any ways every days another way to get paid whether its milking cows or running in the rat race.
I'm on the streets where there's bright lights where he from you need your high beams on to drive thru at night.
Still 2 men with common goals stomping those who oppose suckers all in this mind your business watch your nose

Jefferson:
We,..walk on muddy grounds, on the country side.
It's a bumpy ride but we get by,
Walk on muddy grounds, On the country side.
It's a bumpy ride but we get by.

Me and my friends used to roam around, always looking for a thing to do.
We had to get up, get out and do something, I had to break out and bust a move.
I remember when I took that train, ready for a brand new way
And now we here just rockin the beat, a remedy for the two left feet.