Raised in a small town Sundays in a church house Beck pew, praying God, "Don't strike down" Bad mouth. No dad to put a smack down Pants sag where the sun don't come 'round Somehow Stepchild got pulled out From a dark cloud Flipping my lifestyle Just an outcast Rebel of the "white trash" Walking on train tracks In God we trust Like the sun coming up I know he's looking out for us In God we trust Yeah Like the power of love Shine from the skies above In God we trust In God we trust In God we trust Skate 'til we passed out If the cops didn't crack down Ride the subway all the way downtown 8 mile Open mic, free styles in a small crowd You know I got no smiles No flow, got no style No way, no how No pounds, no gold crown Just a skate rat Rolling with the backpack Said I had no chance In God we trust Like the sun coming up I know he's looking out for us In God we trust Yeah Like the power of love Shine from the skies above In God we trust In God we trust In God we trust Still growing with the faith I was raised on Still making some mistakes I can learn from If I only knew then what I know now No telling what road I would've gone down Not looking back It's the future that I'm looking at Why would I focus on a story that I never had Anyways Might have been the struggle made me who I am Either way I can say In God we trust Like the sun coming up I know he's looking out for us In God we trust Like the power of love Shine from the skies above In God we trust In God we trust The power of love Shine from the skies above In God we trust In God we trust