BLU - Stress Off The Chest lyrics

rate me

I'm from a city where pollution is ruining minds

More than lungs I'm from the source of Los Angeles Times

Rhyme slums spit ghettoes and barrels and kettle minds

Whistle riddles of hitting switches

Singing carols of crimes

Shine dimming, spine's itching to snap from backs

Parallels are being broke trying to fit into gaps

Of infinite traps, the projects invented for Blacks

To have problems

I'm giving it back cause that's nonsense

Com sense and black I've been calm since

Mom spit wisdom of the system I was brought into

Walking through the walls made to hold me

Homie papa once told me he was part of this group they called Piru's

Niggas get bright over chips, they grip riffles as means for survival

And he was once my idol, so how the fuck I think I'm raised to think

My mind's too deep, a visionary never raised to blink

Cleanse my soul brush my teeth

Spit in faces fuck a sink, repent before I sleep

Cheat religion, a nigga finna piss on each amendment

Wipe my ass with the Constitution

Constipated feelings trying to shit it out

And get it out of my system

A frustrated nigga pissed, cause they tricked me

They fed me bull instead of full course real when I was empty

They made me believe the world's against me

They told me they was friends of me

Closed my eyes and pre described my enemies

Without no one even offending me

But eventually I learned though

I opened up a journal and I found eternal me

Drowned under a seashore of unsure facts

So fuck that we got beef

Not only did you mix up my picture of life

But you twisted my sight

You had me writing shit and spitting it tight, to my people

Sold it to the labels and they sold it to my peoples

More lies to believe in, on sale for the Christmas season

12/25 gift wrapped and more deceiving, it's deep isn't it?

And if you with me than you feeling this

Mind rattled rhymes off without a sense of time caught in between a thought

And a heartbeat, niggas think as far as they arms reach

Or as far as they eyes see, but fuck that I think way out as I mind reach

And ya'll way behind me

So next Halloween, be a condiment and try to catch up (ketchup)

You can find me cloud 9 in with my head up

Designing ways to eff up the world

A vindictive little fuck but disguised as a pearl so girls like him

Still writing, I bust raps that impregnate thoughts

That can give the world light in the dark

A verbal Viking still riding the ark

With a nine millimeter shooting seeds of light right at your heart

I got a grip with a grip of bullets and if I pull it it'll blast comments

And comments with conscious thoughts coming out of it

So don't test him, you might be smarter

I doubt it cause my mind's darker

Write in permanent black marker over asphalt

Walk like my dad walked, talk like my mama but I think like my grandfather

Ain't no prescriptions needed for me I'm a man doctor

I can stand lots of shit, don't try to talk me out of it

Grinding like an occupant

Lost as a prophet is, waiting for apocalypse

Chopping it with college kids, a school dropout with a scholarship

To teach niggas how to spit

And it's a mess that just started nigga.