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Şarkı Sözleri Bad reputation, seems to be my style I've been categorized as a little wild The police took my photograph A hunted boy running 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 Now I'm back, back on the track again, I'm back I'm holding my own, I'm leading 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 Now I'm back, back on the track again, I'm back I'm holding my own, I'm leading the pack, I'm back From a shattered home and a living hell, I'm back Back on the track 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 cutthroat lawyer, 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 holding my own, I'm leading 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