for only one reason Their presence raises the question Who owns the Land? The homeless are a problem for only one reason Their presence raises the question
let my dreams turn to dust and fade away leaving nothing, just so I can say I've been a good boy mamma, played the part that I was assigned Never questioned
[Words and music by Nancy Delaney] I've heard it many times before All is fair in love and war But now I question everything What together we might
palms I've read - yours is by far the worst. I'm duty-bound to tell you, you've been well-and-truly cursed." Ill-fated was my selfless quest. Blind-
the visiting hours (Hey, careful of the carpet!) When my baby comes They had pistols and they had guns They threw me on the ground as they entered into me (I was only fifteen
to have with her again Every other weekend I can't tell her I love her (I can't tell him I love him) 'Cause there's too many questions And ears in the
radios up) Yeah, c'mon Knock, knock (Who's at the door?) It's P.A. baby with the Don and the Mo' Now honor my flow, it's fifteen years in the makin'
there The train ride felt so smooth that I put my feet up Barely noticing the motion of the carriage The stewardess was Prudence with her sister Charity For fifteen
. X to the Z (Who am I?) M-m-mr. X (Who am I?) X to the to the, to the Z M-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z (Yeah, yo) M-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z So it's one fifteen
[Raekwon] Moet got me actin like a fuckin goat in here Yo god, remember back in the days god? When we came a long way and shit, man? (No question) Supposed
took it, asked him questions like, "Where's the guns?" They tried to cheat him to tell them where was Un The God ten deep in a red fifteen passenger Guns
make me imperial Ridin' down, be alone, no damage, I'm serious Plus I won't let a nigga have it I'm delirious I'mma blast period, don't question me don
goes on in our minds It's just a question of time It's just a question of time It's just a question of time It should be better It's just a question
because I can't feel this Sick and tired and it's all the same Same shit, different day, all day, every day Wish you were perfect Well welcome to your fifteen
I hear Is the sound of someone stacking chairs And mopping up spilt beer And someone asking questions and basking in the light Of the fifteen fame filled
find a way to make the right hand pass the gravy So special, nice to have met you By this time tomorrow I'll probably already forget you Now gimme fifteen
Last night as I slept, I dreamt I met with Behan I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day When questioned on his views on the crux of life
daddy's splittin' Mom is steady blamin' me Is it my fault, just 'cause I'm a young black male? Cops sweat me as if my destiny is makin' crack sales Only fifteen
