I was born and raised in the ghetto
Talk with me and you know
I wasn't satisfied with living on this side

I started looking around for a possibility
Listen to my story of what became of me
I met a business man who said he'd got some friends back eas
So why don't you come along
Well
We can help you at least
So make you into a big star by playing your guitar
But the joke was on me
They left me flat
You see

Goin' back west, yes, I know, I'll make it alright
Goin' back west, where my music's playing all night
Goin' back west, I think I do alright
Goin' back west, yes, I know, I'll make it alright
Strugglin' for recognition
Identity and respect

I got a lot of promises they told me not to fret
Said we will stand by you if the goin' gets rough
But when I started thinking they didn't even bluff
But a year has come and gone
They left me standing here
Thinking how it could have been

'Cause still I ain't nowhere
They surely took me for a ride
Trampled on my pride
But I hold my head up high
Got no more tears to cry
Going back west, yes, I know, I'll make it alright
Going back west, yes, I know, I'll make it alright