06/17/2013
Stress is a question in your lovers eyes.
All he does is smoke his thoughts away because he doesn't want to cry.
He's sick of being in the middle of his daddy and his mama's lives.
All while lied to, about his childhood.. He never understood.
Why is he bad, or why is she good?
Why'd he get mad, why the f**k didn't they take me to the orphanage.
How is it that being part of two is too confusing to us.
Past days rued, he knew that he got screwed.
But he never knew that if he knew, he could stay cool.
Told his sister that he needed a tool, to get through.
Mary Jane was introduced.
He fell in love.
Then he heard the news.
A couple of his neighborhood friends drowned in the woods.
Dumbfounded he looked down at his shoes.
What the f**k was he supposed to do?
Nothing.
So he trolled along the streets where he shouldn't been lurking.
Insured himself the block was deserted, Turned around & "BOP"
A couple mothaf**kas tried to hurt me and it worked.
Then ran away because somebody had the nerve to blurt.
Yadda yadda.
And woo woo woo.
Whats comes around is bound to come around and try to shoot.
Without the friction of a gun, without a bullet too.
But with common knowledge to look back and try to prove.
What Im tryna say, is everybody has a struggle.
Mine's o' plenty, and its hard to live with everyday confronting.
Some are secluded, and others are kind of stupid, but some of them take alot to keep living through them while on the verges of loosing it.
While tryna hide it from their lover's view.
Yes I am depressed but I will never show my weakness to you.
I hate my life, and you hate yours too.
But we can all get through it,
all you have to do is know you have the power to.
