Secondhand Kid

Every cheap hood makes his own choice, picked me off a pile of misfit toys

Raising me up like I was your own, giving me a place that I could call home

Holding me high, teaching me why, hiding me when the cops came by

So I just wanna say thanks for all that you did

For taking me in when I was a kid

You don't have to be right, don't dress like a bum (Woah ohh ohh ohh)

You're good as they are, remember where you come from

Never making me feel like a secondhand kid

Giving up stuff that I know you liked, doing your best for two kids and a wife

Never felt like I didn't belong, I may not be right but you ain't wrong