The pressure

The pressure of my peers talking in both ears telling me to kill all of my fears

They telling me that feelings are weak and every weekend I feel like its the end

Because they fill my mind with the drugs and liquor

Saying if I want things in life I need to take them

The only way to make money is to sell In my mind I'm going through hell because everything in my body is telling me no and I know its wrong but I still go along I start following them and start dissing my real friends that I said we will be to the end

So I stopped loving and started thugging

So I stop buying and start slying

So I stop telling the truth and more lying but still say I'm a real nigga

Like the title is like the president Its evident that school is irrelevant

And all the glass on the ground the police find the evidence

No I'm trapped in a patroler but this real life there is no controller with a reset

As I act bolder my insides fold like a folder and a light comes to my shoulder and it tells me you were a solder but you cracked under pressure of your peers now your here

Stand 10 to 15 and it seem that you get it

That you did all the wrong just to fit in

Now your sitting in a cell

You cracked under the pressure and there's no putting you back together again

You reached the end

Who had choose better friends