Well I couldn’t afford any luxuries
And I couldn’t afford no drugs
We spent it all on survival
And I wish I had a story to tell

My school was the books from my grandad
My gym were the hills on my town
They teach you to walk and you learn how to run
What else can a poor boy do?
What else can a poor boy do?

On this side of the road
On this side of truth and facts
It’s where I belong
It’s where I come from

On this side of the road
On this side of the road
On this side of the road
On this side of the road

My dope was the smell of old vinyl
My sleigh was a cardboard on grass
My football a mash-up of plastic
And I wish I had a story to tell

My school was the books from my grandad
My gym were the hills on my town
They teach you to walk and you learn how to fly
What else can a poor boy do?
What else can a poor boy do?

On this side of the road
On this side of truth and facts
It’s where I belong
It’s what I call home

On this side of the road
On this side of the road
On this side of the road
On this side of the road

Written by Harvey Springfield © 2020

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