Hometown Grounds

He's hanging on the corners of his hometown
Always scraping coins right off the ground
Then he jumped the gun and swallowed the bait
He's deep into trouble, and now it's too late
That boy's like dynamite, filled with hate

He's out on the streets of your hometown
Two shots rang out, leaving roses on the ground
Did you miss that there were stories to tell?
Society threw punches but he never fell
That boy's like dynamite, led astray

He¥s back on the streets for a final round
Here to sweep youth culture into a new state of mind
Don't you miss the blood on the curb?
That there was a social fabric to disturb?
That boy's like dynamite, lost to fate

Now he's standing proud in his hometown
And he's scraping gold, a new king is crowned
His pockets are full, but he's full of hate
A stitch in time saves nine, but now it's too late
"Dynamite" will never fade away