Ricky was a young boy, he had a heart of stone.Lived nine to five and he worked his fingers to the bone.Just barely out of school, came from the edge of town.Fought like a switch-blade so no-one could take him down, no!He had no money, no, no good at home.Walked the streets a soldier and he fought the world alone and now it’s...ChorusEighteen and life, you got it. Eighteen and life, you know Your crime is time, and it’s eighteen and life to go ! Eighteen and life, you got it. Eighteen and life, you know Your crime is time, and it’s eighteen and life to go ! (finish with intro...)
