[Intro - Dark piano] Fifteen with a bag. No idea how long I'd need it. [Verse 1 - Short hard bars] Zip stuck. One strap. Whole life folded where the clothes sat. Door shut. Street wide. Didn't know where I was sleeping that night. Made my face tough, didn't make it less cold, Could act like a man, couldn't add years old. Looked at the houses with their curtains drawn, Wondered what it felt like knowing you belonged. No big farewell, no heroic walk, Just a kid with too much pride to talk. Didn't know forward. Just knew out. Kept one eye up while my head went south. [Build - Snare roll] You call it freedom. I call it scared. Say that loud— Then bring the bass there! [Chorus - Shouted drop] FIFTEEN WITH A BAG! WORLD ON MY BACK! NO ROAD MARKED— HAD TO FIND MY TRACK! I WAS STILL A BOY! I WAS STILL THAT YOUNG! DON'T CALL IT A CHOICE WHEN THERE WASN'T ONE! [Verse 2 - Double-time] Days got longer when I had no base, Every little favour meant a different place. Kept saying "sweet" when I wasn't alright, Made a plan that lasted till the end of the night. Learnt who let me sit, learnt who wanted something, Learnt being welcome didn't mean I wasn't vulnerable. No proud little postcard of a rebel kid, Just an age I missed while I lived through it. I won't pretend I knew what I was doing, Knew how to move when the pressure kept brewing. Now I write it so the kid gets heard, Before the grown man's scars swallow every word. [Bridge - Piano] A bag ain't a home. A couch ain't a promise. I needed somewhere I could stop being cautious. [Final Chorus - Huge drop] FIFTEEN WITH A BAG! WORLD ON MY BACK! NO ROAD MARKED— HAD TO FIND MY TRACK! I WAS STILL A BOY! I WAS STILL THAT YOUNG! DON'T CALL IT A CHOICE WHEN THERE WASN'T ONE!
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