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Stressing

STRESSING Stop your stressing Look at this life is worst than the great depression Ma looks at the gun Yeah I got a pistol but I'm not the only one You got to realize I’m not just your son I’m the gutter son And this pistol is among many ma Because the gutter got so many sons And for me not to carry It would be scary Because homie down the street said it was no need Now remember ma yesterday old dude was buried School is not going to educate you To watch your back Get money fast enough to feed you today Protect your life and save your life before tomorrow I can’t borrow from the textbooks, money I need to eat I need shoes on my feet Now stop your stressing ma Yell I be out there with my daddy You know his name the streets Though it’s not a person it’s the only thing that reaches me The Conner block sign should have been my last name Because I stay posted and I state claim So stop your stressing ma I’m being a man, I’m not afraid This life is testing And I’m going to pass it today Now listen to everything you say Because in reality it’s not the gutter way So stop your stressing ma Yeah your son carrying a gun You got to understand this one is among so many ma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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