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
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