, at Hayward Bart About how his son's life was stolen away Over a walkman that wasn't worth more than change How does a father find justice for a son stolen
Translation: Fifteen. Stolen Life.
down your modem, Then brand me with a barcode, 'cause the fax of life you know them. Count me out! Oh what fun at twenty one - you stole the key to
weapons of the weak The weakness of the heart And never fall asleep Once upon a time, not long ago When the pusher man creep, where they live life po' With fifteen
[Verse 1:] Street life killed my daddy Got my momma pregnant in the back of a caddy Since i lost my first tooth i ain't been happy Young wild nigga
they could show out When the cops came, they gave a fake name Because the life in the streets is just a head game So, therefore to make more A fifteen
can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'll be dope Tossed and turn in my sleep at night Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike Different
It's that man again Some people have heard of him as a hustler Hell, hope live, really Street life killed my daddy Got my momma pregnant in the back
Kroger parking lot to the Paramount and Birmingham then back, punk is spittin his jack When the leaves turn ur-ange, and you see your breath uhh, fifteen
can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'll be dope Tossed and turn in my sleep that night Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike Different
you would think But, I was some four of five years back - say, give us another drink. "Fill her up, Joe, I want to put some life into my frame Such
to kick me out of the country, but who stole me the fuck in? Fuck skin? I don't see any black on your green to me it's white dollars, ten to life = six
Street life killed my daddy got my momma pregnant in the back of a caddy since i lost my first tooth i ain't been happy young wild nigga child why that
Set sail today Since fifteen, I'm tired of being forced on these knees Stolen from my loves, countless empty days justified with pay The less I care
, the summer ends. why can't it be like it was? you always said you'd never go away. and i confess, i was such a mess i drove for fifteen hours on this
they could show out When the cops came, they gave a fake name Because the life in the streets is just a head game So therefore, to make more A fifteen
