Stress part one

[DisturbedPoet]

Tired of,
reaching for change in pocket.
Life is falling on me,
and I can't stop it.
So get the pen the pad,
and the beat,
to drop it.

No body want to see,
a white dude rock the mic.
Fuck them all,
I'll just write.
I hate that bitch,
but I want her in my life.
We got a kid,
and I want to do,
what's right.

Never thought,
my life would be like this.
Living care free,
I really miss.
If I had,
one wish.

I would be eighteen.
And realize,
that life can be mean.
And not,
be a little weed fein.

And stop chasing pussy.
That I didn't catch.
Instead,
I live with regrets.
Never prioritized,
now life is a mess.

At 24,
I'm loosing my hair.
Life is a bitch,
so beware.

If you soaking,
in this obligation of life.
Look at your mistakes,
and do what's right.