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letra de stress - aasim

[intro]
stress that i go through every day, right?
yeah

[verse 1]
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, n-gga, 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, d-mn it, f-ck a thug actin’
like a dumb mo’f-cker under the trance of the slums
i move forward, f-ck 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
[interlude]
it’s hot outside, yeah
it’s real on my block, yeah
listen

[verse 2]
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, b-tches
but it’s part of me, the f-ckin’ and the drinkin’, aas’ is a product of
honesty and honestly, i got a l-st for sinnin’
used to smoke weeds but to that, good riddance
grandpops overdosed on coke, couldn’t miss him
never knew ’em, 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, n-gga
[outro]
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

- aasim

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