Pressure

Im feelin vasts amounts of pressure
Pain is overwhelmin me
I swear half my former guys
Overwhelmed with jealousy

I done did some bogus things
Turned my back on the lord
If you live by the knife
You gone die by the sword

I done turned my life around
At least I try to convince
My little cousin to live right
But he stay on the fence

Should he climb the wall of right
Of shimmey down the wrong side
Cause its hard up in these streets
And dudes is tryin to survive

You got some people that keep jobs
And work they 9 to 5
The other half of the same nixxas
They just slang to survive

Roll around the brook with packs
40 ounze in the lap
I cant believe its still niggas
That’s livin like that

40 days and 40 nights
of liquor chronic fatigue
im askin god why am I weary
lazy chronic fatigued

he tell me am I livin right
and didn’t wait for my answer
what im doin with my life
is steady causin a cancer