Yo I write this rap, under pressure, beyond measure
Bro I wonder if God, can help the lesser
Yo thee shits got us under, it's alota stressers' we fell no question
Homie it's gotta stop, we in hell no blessins
Shits not mellow, its hectic so infectiouous
Kids anorexic, we ain't well, well rich got it perfected
Fake politetions elected, make politics not afective
Government got deceptive, still it's got respect kid