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Bad reputation, seems to be my style I've been categorized as a little wild The police took my photograph A hunted boy runnin' from his past Some even called me the devil's child At seventeen, I was on my own Had the clothes on my back, from a broken home Slapped in the face 'til my daddy got straight I knew it was time to run (Chorus) Now I'm back, back on the track again I'm back, I'm holdin' my own, I'm leadin' the pack I'm back, from a shattered home and a living hell I'm back, back on the track First indication, of trouble's up ahead I saw the flashing blues, I saw the color red A big commotion at the friendly store Found a poor man robbed and a kid at the door "Guilty as charged", or so the judge said I was sent to school to try to learn a trade But when the schoolboys laughed I became enraged I prayed to god that's the last mistake I'd made Letras de canciones (Chorus) Bad reputation freedom's my desire I tried to clear my name, I came under fire A bad situation was a way of life With a cutthoat laywer given bad advice The only hope I had was a proven liar It was win or lose, out to clean the slate It was some big news when I made the break And I ran for years to avoid the state Another chance I was forced to take Now I'm back, back on the track again I'm back, I'm holdin' my own, I'm leadin' the pack I'm back, from a shattered home and a living hell I'm back, back on the track again I'm back, back on the track again I'm back, I'm back on the track again From Letras Mania