Aasim - Stress lyrics

Stress that I go through every day, right?
Yeah

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

It's hot outside, yeah
It's real on my block, yeah listen

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

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