♪♪♪ Gia, uh, June 26, 1975, Miami, Florida was the place where I first arrived.My parents smiled as I opened up my blue eyes, as they was newly married and I was just the first child.My pops was from Jersey, my mom was from Miami, they met in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, New York City, at Art College.Yep, they was hippies, so I guess it just makes me a child of the 60s.But anyway, we didn't stay, we moved to Plant City, then to Lakeland, then to Tampa, then to Ybor City.Livin' in the hood with things that never ever pretty, the only white kids smack dab in the inner city.My playground's a parking lot plus a back alley, at times I would wake up in the dark with no electricity.On top of that, we strugglin' cause we got no money, and goin' through all this inside is killin' me.On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on.I was about six when all this was goin' on, things began to change, everything I knew was up and gone.They separated on the weekends, I would see my mom.Still livin' with my pops in the hood, but not for too long.When I was nine, they divorced and I was movin' on to the suburbs with mom.Cause the court said it's wrong for me to live in the hood with dad, so I'm up and gone.When mommy married, had a baby, we livin' in my grandma's home.Damn, we livin' in the neighborhood, that's middle class, but I felt poor cause some things that I didn't have.And time passed, we moved out, but things still ain't right.I'm slippin' fast at home, all I do is yell and fight.My grades start to crash, plus I ran away twice and almost got shot by the cops one single night.I started high school and I just party all the time, but little did I know what's gonna happen to my life.On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on.I'll take y'all behind the music.At 15, I had a talk with my cousin, got me thinkin', was it more to life than girls partyin' and drinkin'?Pick up his Bible and I started readin' Revelation.For some reason, I was cryin' when I reached the endin'.The God was workin' on me and this is the beginnin'.The first time in a long while when I started prayin', I had to move again and say goodbye to everyone.My dad and my friends once again was all up and gone.Went to school by myself, sittin' all alone, feelin' like a fool every single day I'm comin' home.But I would listen every night in my bedroom to gospel radio preach about Christ and just then soon,I gave my life to Him and everything became new.I was born again, I've never been the same dude.You took my sin and my guilt and let Him blame you.And on and on, through the years, you always came through.This is behind the music.This is behind the music.This is behind the music.This is behind the music.Now I'll take y'all behind the music.It was November and the year was 1995.I still remember the very first date with my wife.And I was on my own doin' souls part-time, 20 years old, just tryin' to make somethin' of my life.I moved away from home when I was only 18.Woke as a joke, makin' music, tryin' to chase a dream.And everybody seem to think I'm crazy except for me.But God was there every time to supply my needs.I went on staff at a church in the inner city.I'm writin' rhymes in my spare time for my city.I mailed a demo to a label called Goatee.And out of nowhere, Ty Collins up and called me.He said he heard my junk and plus he wanted to sign me.My heart jumped and plus I wanted to cry and scream.But all I did was hung up the phone quietly.And thank God how He always provided for me.Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeahYour life goes onOh yeah, yeah yeah yeahOn and onKeep going on