Poet: Thats my word I'm muthaf**a stressed
It seems life tryin to put me through a test
Cause every f**in day its just gettin worse
What first,Might go out and die hard or end up in a hearse(Pow!)
No time to think about the consequences
The years in jail, f** the d**h sentence
All I know is that I need mad cash in a flash
Before I have to k** somebody a**
Sittin in my room wit the lights out thinkin