Song about life...needed to get some sh*** of my chest.
Lyrics
I aint got the right to talk about life,
Therz people out dere who'd kill fo white,
U got teenage girls tryina raise a kid,
And families of five in a cardboard crib.
Pressure fo them aint nuttin new,
It's like wakin up everyday wid tha flu.
Fo me this shit aint nuttin but rhymes,
That rappers spit on tape time afta time.
Ive been blessed by god to have wat a got,
A mom and a dad who love me a lot.
Ive gotten wat i wanted and never deprived,
Like them african kids who dun hav a dime.
Im like everyone else the pressures on me,
I gotta get thru school and earn a degree.
Jus cause i live good dun mean its all good
Im down wid the fiends who reppin the hood,
Pressures all around u gotta learn take it,
Those who take it the most r gonna make it.
x2
Pressure, it's wat it's all about,
Pressure, it's wen the weak stand out,
Pressure, you gotta take it in ur stride
It's a matta of heart only the brave survive
Rappin doesnt mean i wanna be black,
Jus cause i aint a g dont mean i cant rap.
I think rappin is about expressin yoself,
When the pressurez on and u need some help
To vent out your anger and how u feel,
And not rappin to please others to get a deal.
I rap cause i wana and not fo u,
So if u aint feelin' me jus pass on thru.
Dun start callin me a rap wanabee,
I aint reppin that ice and blazing them treez.
I'm speakin from ma heart to express myself,
If i dun then its gonna hurt ma health.
Cause i got shit bottled up waitin to blow,
Its come to a point where i cant take it no mo.
Some call me a rapper but i call me a poet,
i spit ryhmes with feelin and y'all know it.
Pressures all around u gotta learn take it,
Those who take it the most r gonna make it.
x2
Pressure, it's wat it's all about,
Pressure, it's wen the weak stand out,
Pressure, you gotta take it in ur stride
It's a matta of heart only the brave survive
