The Stress Part .... TSP known as The Street Poet .. Straight from da heart da individual speak's about da shit which he see's around him in everyday life ...
mama ask's me why do i dont wannabe right
its not you mama its this dark shadowed nights
black sky clouds wearing white,fighting winds for their rights
& am being pulled by the moon like crushing tides
just one direction to follow
cause i hope no tomorrow
if you've wouldn't have been there i would have died when i first sorrowed
cant pay you for all that you did but i understand you too try to
cuz nothing is in my hand
its all up written already planned
ive lived long enough before i die i just wanna thank
so when i rest in peace in go with load in my right hand
love you till i can stand & till my
last breath in this worl is banned
just know this am trying hard for best part
its not that i dont wanna be right
