Stress

Lyrics

[Intro] Stress that I go through every day, that's right Yeah [Verse 1] In this life of mine, there's processes Food for Thought, Reader Digest's I try my best to keep a level head But Karnel, Mike and Kev is dead So I cry inside myself Listenin' to voices sayin', "Suicide myself," 'cause I can't bear People expire every day it's like I can't care Mama workin' two jobs, nigga, life ain't fair But my eyes dry as the desert and I can't tear Must be strong for as long as the problems is here Won't go away 'til I solve 'em and harmony's here I got three strikes against me, minus the system I'm a young black rapper, I ain't tryna be a victim Even with a bunch of talent, I'm labeled a fool Who's off-balanced, no diplom' on a alcohol, drug habit I need a hug, damn it, fuck a thug actin' Like a dumb mo'fucker under the trance of the slums I move forward, fuck twiddlin' thumbs 'Cause the odds Aas'll be rich is a million to none The ratio of real to fake is like a million to one I'm only speakin' from my heart, through the lash of my tongue All the pain that I survived through, drive-bys and drive-thrus Crips versus Pirus, colors that I like too I hate him, I love her, and I dislike you Back to the wall, seen my favorite uncle smoke crack In the back of a car, no regard for my innocence Ten years old exposed to a dose of ignorance It's like deliverance, part of the reason I Unleash a beast viciousness, I gotta feed the syphilis [Interlude] It's hot outside, yeah It's real on my block, yeah Listen [Verse 2] The heat is on, the pressure builds by the second Thoughts walk like a old soul record A old soul Aasim cold wars mold legends When harsh winds blow, grown men behold aggression I never fold, I hold fast to my full blown obsession Rich is my goal I'm on patrol until I get it I listen to the rhythm of the streets while on my mission I been hailed so much crime, even while free, I'm in prison I need a clean spirit, reorganize each of my priorities I got a daughter can't be callin' women, bitches But it's part of me, the fuckin' and the drinkin', Aas' is a product of Honesty and honestly, I got a lust for sinnin' Used to smoke weeds but to that, good riddance Grandpops overdosed on coke, couldn't miss him Never knew him, my father's mother I love her but barely The voice of the meager, you gotta struggle to hear me You gotta be poor to feel me, I don't appeal to ballers Eat pancakes for months, no milk, just add water It's a cold, cruel world, the rat race got fewer choices When you live in the sewer, you better avoid the poison Young boys with mustaches, don't impress me You ain't a grown man, homie, you fresh outta diapers This is a man's world and every man has a price You either pay it or owe it for life, that's right, nigga [Outro] This is just stress This is the stress that we go through when you live day-to-day Live it every day, growin' up in the jungle