I have So much to worry about, So much on my mind. Sometimes I stop and think who am I. I shouldn’t be so Distraught and caught with the times, my mind should be lose and falling with the wind. Schoolwork and Books have my Head absorbed, while looking for Jobs isn’t easy to find anymore. And Moving outa Mammas house is difficult times. The Peer pressure and mean girls, Someone I should call brother Disrespecting me, Sisters from another mother fighting to be Queen. Man I cant breath something we once called life is suffocating me. Bad air surrounding me, with every breath I take, Someone’s critizing me, my ear rings! All this Blood on my Hands, Framed for something I didn’t Do, but that’s just the way crime repays you for being a Good you. Clothes getting tighter, Prices getting Higher, God O why are doing this to me? Pregnant girls in these streets, Homeless men Wandering, our Young sons Trapping for these new J’s, Minds so Unfocused a Bullet could graze em, and Still wouldn’t faze em. Sex is on every everybody mind, but then when the condom pop, if some of them if even smart to rap it up, its a different story and being the father wasn’t the epilogue. But while a Story ends with him walking away a new one dawns on a Guideless broad, because where she from aint no daddy’s to show her right from wrong. Wiser mothers fighting to raise their young, solitarily
Stress; an epidemic upon us all.