Stress Factors lyrics

Artist  : Killer 
Song : Stress Factors



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 Why give a reason to try? I believe and I die,


Felonies from birth for a man with
heathenish eyes, 

They’re conceiving the
lies, I’m breathing a cry, 

I stepped to
Allah, give the most simple of my... 

Demonic
siting’s, I told of how the truth is blinding...


There was a yellow brick road but now I’m
not finding... 

My path, me and reality
clashed, gateways opened... 

Provoking me to
embrace my past for hoping... 

To gain focus
and put in motion these lyrical notions, 

But
being that I’ve knowingly noticed a horrid
promotion... 

Of homo’s, lesbo’s, freaks
and War, I’m realizing I’m torn, 

In a
middle of a Crazed mans methods of national
reform... 

Armed with bombs, pistols, bottons
and satellites, 

On a mission to kill a people
of religious hermaphrodite’s, 

All out of
spite, and along those lines I’m nominated...


To fight for peace and freedom of rights,
serenaded... 

In grit and trife I now spit on
life, I will take the Honor... 

To defend with
knifes, grenades and plates of armor, 

On the
road of perdition to kill Osama, fucking Parana,


That’s the true Devil in the flesh, and he
who I detest, 

Has set these standards for a
ill prepared patriotic test, 

But I’m 17
and the 18 is now under press, It’s even worse,


When your black and under this stress of
avoiding this curse, 

of being delivered to
momz in a Hearst, times was wasted drinking
corona... 

Now your in a coma, next stop is
the Corona, leave your persona, 

Guess who
owns ya. 



Man I’m under a lot of
stress.