stress, everyday all i think about is death, my life has no hope should i use a knife or hang myself with a rope, i once felt like i was on top now im falling down a slope, i cant take this shiet i need a drink and a couple smoke hopin it would cope, i think of my love ones my folks, tear drops runs down from my eyes and my shirt is soak, i wish i could earse my dirty thoughts with a bar soap, what should i say on my last note, at times life can be so cruel i have no clue im so confuse on what im about to do, dam can somebody just take my hands before my plans unfold, they got me dressin in hmong clothes, its not the new year or tournament, where im going its permanent, mama dont cry i know you love my two eyes, everybody telling me what to do but they act like i aint neva try, i try and try gave it my all, i wish i could just press pause, take a breath and grant everybody there wish like i was santa clause, give me a call i need to express my stress, everything im about to say is not false, y everything seems like its always my fault, fock you all where u at when i need help, if my pants were bout to fall would you lend me a belt, if i was slow and u was fast would u be willing to carry my mass, would u cheat just so i can pass, remember what u have cause when im gone all u got left is memories from the past