food is always free I'll still be here 'cause the only ones who know the truth are under 14 They play in a band in a garage in the middle of Missouri
here so I could see the forty shades of green gleamin' in your eyes Now the summer is gone and it won't be long before I'm right back in the middle torn
to steal just to eat But your boss don't pay you shit You're one check away from Being homeless just like me. Lower class, middle class, no class we'
of speed My friends pick me up and take me away from my middle class hell I call home My friends pick me up and take me away from my middle class hell
' from Alabama Martin Lee, innocent, he ain't even have a chance They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance That boy was only fifteen
Money You only give me your paper And in the middle of negotiations you break down I never give you my number I only give my situation And in the middle
. 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
rain (That boy good) foggin up my windows yeah(These niggas always talking bout somethin') It done been seventeen years of pain But i'm still here though(In the middle
house on to the sidewalk Down the street on his block and then he just stopped And tied the shoes on his feet and then he just walked It was the middle
roll But he's dead cat just the same We are living in the future I'll tell you how I know I read it in the paper fifteen years ago We're all driving
the middle Because you know you broke the hardest part You know you broke the hardest heart I'll never let this love fall in the middle Through it all Fifteen
making scrilla (Scrilla) Labeled and tagged me yo neighborhood dealer Got this game gripped got the hoes wanting sacks Got niggas in the hood waiting on me for crack Fifteen
but I still cherish the memories like they were yesterday nothing could beat us down we were eternal and strong playing in the middle of nowhere for fifteen
fumble Cocky with the flow, more dough, still humble Biting nigga's head in the middle of a scuffle I ain't with the talking, tussle, homie get muscle Fifteen
, city barrack, glutton for punishment super size me while you at it, he da: built hideous,silk of the milk litigant, silly wicked finick he fidgit the middle
A lil hip hop... relax, hold on to ya seats Oh yeah this is the total banger too Word up, total banger baby Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember By the middle
for another place to put the garbage. We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the side road there was another fifteen foot
Heard you could get a pretty good sandwich For fifteen and a dime Oh, I miss that old stretch of road Down to the bayou In the middle of the night Guilt