It's stress, no rest, in this lifelong test,
pack a bulletproof vest to protect your chest,
cos in this world filled with stress bullets constantly flyin,
and everybody askin why the fuck people dyin
it's stress, no rest, in this lifelong test,
pack a bulletproof vest to protect your chest,
cos in this world of stress, people think they are blessed,
til stress creeps up on 'em an y'all know the rest
The stress that i'm under sometimes makes me wonder,
whether i want to listen to assumptions,
that because i was a bright child, clever as hell,
my life would have a glorious story to tell,
but the stress that i'm feelin really got me reelin,
fightin these demons even though i can't see them,
it's the reality that got me fuckin feelin like this,
starin out at the world and clenchin both of my fists,
thinkin bout takin one big swing at all this,
and smashin the mutha into little peices,
this is my thesis, ain't no shakespearian shit,
i just say this to you son, life is a bitch,
i fuckin hate it, if you ask my opinion i woudln't rate it,
if life was a woman then i wouldnt fuckin date it,
i'd let it chew on my bone, while i sit on the throne,
then i pull out, shit down her throat and the whole world would choke,
cos i hate this yo, got me feelin fed up,
wondrin why i wanna rob banks and armoured trucks?
cos then i wouldnt be stuck, i'd be rich as fuck
and everyone who knew me would all wanna suck
on my dick and my balls, whether the peeps big or small,
a giant or a dwarf, they all wanna peice too dawg,
so to rap this verse up, i'm ragin frantic,
and if you don't believe me, i'm so insane i'll kick your ass bitch
it's stress no rest in this lifelong test
pack a bulletproof vest to protect your chest
cos in this world filled with stress bullets constantly flyin
and everybody askin why the fuck people dyin
it's stress no rest in this lifelong test
pack a bulletproof vest to protect your chest
cos in the world of stress people think they blessed
til stress creeps up on them, y'all know the rest
i'm stressed and i need to relieve it,
i don't smoke that weed, don't feel like i need it,
but am fiendin, for somethin to chill me out today
thinkin bout suicide, but i aint goin out that way,
you wanna doubt that? hey?
then sit down and listen,
cos i'm on a mission for all haters to hear this transmission
yo i been stressed since i was born in this world filled with scorn,
it's war torn, and i dont think that i can go on,
something's gotta change, i'm gon have to make shit work,
no more chillin in the hood in them nike t-shirts,
i'm gonna buy a gat, and leave the whole town blushin
cos they punked me out, and now it's them i'm rushin,
shoot them in the heart, but no blood be gushin,
cos they made out of stone, but my words have no cushion,
i'll pull out my hammer, and get down to crushin,
into fragments, and down the toilet i'll flush em,
man, i had enough now, this stress got me fucked up,
mom's in my ear daily, 'boy you gotta get up'
'get out on the street, get a job, just get paid'
shit, i wouldn't mind the money but all i wanna do is get laid,
play and not get played, fuck and not get aids,
make money the easiest way and chill all day,
man i just can't change, cos in this stress i'm encaged,
this life is a bitch and it got me enraged,
i'm crazy like a lunatic, lazy, i ain't doin this,
maybe i should just close my eyes and sleep right through this shit,
cos sleeps the cousin of death, so stress the uncle of sleep,
and they all lead the same place, six feet deep.
Peace, one
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