, 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
Traduzione: Quindici. Stolen Life.
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
on TV She demanded that the format be expanded Beyond fair, everybody clear, understand it? [Aesop Rock] Billy was a coke fiend [Mr. Lif] Maggy was a cop [Aesop Rock] Like a dope he stole
if it was me quick I sold shit stole shit, I had to move shit Old shit new shit, to keep a few chips Man my life wasn't nothin' sweet At fifteen years
Get ready for combat, Known for totin' straps or prior Tire, all black, smokin' sacks, intended acts Caps get peeled back on gats that's stolen Gimme
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
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
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
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
so 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
Stolen TVs and DVDs To [? ] van What a waste of a precious life How could she ever be a wife When a old man's locked up, doin' life [Chorus x2] [Diamonique
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
