I was 15 with a dream,
To much to cope to much to feen ,
Addicted that\'s how it seemed. So hard to believe so hard to achieve . Dressed as impressed just came with so much stress. Kicking a ball was on my mind had no time to be a part of her life.
15 with a dream,
Days go by as I stay wondering why ,
Never shed a tear through her eye was it meant to be or it shouldn\'t be now 17 with a gone dream, through the cracks I promised mama I\'d never do crack , now I\'m high living the dream as I was 15 in mind how I wonder why did I get High,
Simple as a pimple popped there I was at the top got lost in drugs just 18 stuck on this feen. Kicking rocks as my promises became words with so much shame and I was the one to blame , society grabbed me by me feet , quick sand , now I sleep in tents man , now I eat once a week man , now I think where that boy at 15 be...