Ain't no daddies where I'm from it's just mad mothers
And eyes that still seem they can't look past color
Why am I disrespected by someone I should call brother
And why girls feel unpretty and constantly hate each other?

Around here, cool is another word for fool.
If he smoke, then she smoke, I gotta smoke too.
Now what would I do if I didn't have a clue?
I'm fifteen y.o., asking God oh why oh
If my clothes ain't tight, then he ain't gonna like me.
Eyes on the prize so the next girl dress just like me.
I'm so full of promise but why promise
If I'ma just be rewarded by bad actions
To him I'm just a transaction.

I want you to love my mind, my smile, my style
I want you to know the best of me
I want to belong without being treated like property
Why does it seem like fantasy?

I'm fifteen and I shouldn't have to feel like this
I'm fifteen every young boy out here want to kiss
I'm fifteen and me and my mama going through it
I'm fifteen on the block, fifteen on the block