<Verse 1, Rebel-E>
No there aint no answers to da problems dat im dealin with/
12 midnight, in the silence with my cigerette//
Ravens in da dark hit the streets and sing/
As we hustle for the scratch, piece of scams that schemes//
My homies hemmed up, gettin caught in da action/
With cops on da move out to regulate the stack//
And sooner or later muthafuckaz ?/
Now dey swoopin on ma crew, whats a slant to do//
They tell us get a job, but the dope man got it 9 to 5/
Quttin in work, tryin to grind at da same time//
?, only few got ma back/
Attention got me bent, man i cant fall back//
Mad ass drama it be on all da time/
With ill muthafuckaz knock eyeballs blind//
Straight out da bronx we never had dat much/
Da yellin and da screamin kept me outa da house//
Aint got, nowhere to go, nobody to beat/
The only place i belong is ma spot on da streets//
So take a look sideways, while i flip it ma way/
I got ta give to gain, so im thrivin all day//
<Verse 2, Menace>
I side only once cuz twice could be my last breath/
Struggle to find peace, and i seek ma fatal death//
Cuz it cant get no worse, heavens the place to shine/
On earth after ma birth, cursed to lose ma mind//
Fortune and fame, we to deep up in this game/
Rules can makes foolz choose to lose, its insane//
But ill never give up, cuz hope feeds ma mental state/
Out forgettin cash i'll mash on those who perpetrate//
Cuz snakes are da ones who claim to be ur closest/
But trust your instincts, then face, aint devoted//
I fully loaded my thoughts, my ammunition/
Hittin suckaz wit da heat, cuz i believe in cruel intentions//
Im ill mannered, complicated on my ways/
Tryin to step and get perplexed my soul, is like a maze//
I was bred by OGs from da streets it aint no joke/
I was told dat ma foez were dozed, dats never broke//
Stealin from ma dreams, enemies they run deep/
All around trying to shoot a slant down, i never sleep//
Cuz i see visions of pain when my eyes shut/
Inner demons got me fienin better luck but im stuck//
with pressure
<Chorus>
Pressure in this game got me goin insane/
I cant escape the pain, thats rottin ma brain//
Heart beatin fast, and my nerves a ?/
Trippin off the pressure i cant control//
(x2)
<Verse 3, Menace>
Look at me a true slant, tryin to find another chance/
Chrome to ya dome, iz on, break ur stance//
Mind full of undefined thoughts intertwine/
Lace my database, disgrace, and disincline//
Miss me with the misdemenor, fell in E traps/
Evasive ways, now-a-dayz, in play so now im strapped//
Set back, by the hate displayed by foez/
But i retaliate and penetrate, with deadly blows//
Times gettin hectic as pressure on my neck/
Searching fo strength, thru the eyes of my decent//
Im bent, by the ways a slant has to slave/
Got to steal for my meals im diggin my early grave//
Stressin bout da next day and what it has to bring/
Bein buried got me worried about ma money makin schemes//
It seems, im hopeless i wont look good until i die/
Takin shots of liquor, till i figure its right//
But in reality, crooked slants, who show me peace/
Ya betta stop wit dat talk or get chopped, im bringin heat//
My proposition with this game is to live betta/
In da back of ma mind, i know its gonna take some time cuz of pressure//
<Verse 4, Rebel-E>
One by one, we getting brought up in this struggle never stops/
To somebody out to jack me or a muthafuckin cop//
Im askin why we gotta live like this/
Broke as hell, ? as shit we gotta take wat we get//
Moms workin overtime i hate to see her cry/
So i make it my ambition to get us to a betta life//
If i dont make it out man i mind as well die/
Cuz stayin poor with this pressure feeds hatred inside//
People call suckaz agitated young playaz/
And my anger got me quick to put your ass in a wheelchair//
Fuck the system, aint no birds on my doorstep/
Slants in the struggle, we were born to be dead//
On the block riskin blood jus to have some bread/
Gettin shot or gettin shanked, seems its always on my mind//
And choppers above ? be my only spotlight/
Builds overflowin so im smokin when im hopin//
? the stress in da air with the weed that im holdin/
Forever living lesson be my only approach//
Sittin under da thunder, man im losin my hope/
While i be back from the storm and i just dont know//
Till then im feeling pressure, fo real fo sho, im out/
<Chorus>
Pressure in this game got me goin insane/
I cant escape the pain, thats rottin ma brain//
Heart beatin fast, and my nerves a ?/
Trippin off the pressure i cant control//
(x2)
~Slant Eyed Descendants
damn typin all that shit up there is a bitch lol
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