Stresses

I'm a man, I don't cry myself to sleep

Why's my pillow wet?

Got no fear, inside my chest, but wait, what's that silhouette?

To reminisce, and track my big regrets, takes a millisecond

I advancing or receding? obstacles still steady stacking

I'm sick of debts, I'm sick of regrets

I'm sick of sucking on cigarettes to dim the stress that sits in my head to rest

On a daily schedule I will attest, to life being a wicked test

Just tryna progress, but it feels like I'm reversing steps

Any punishment I'm given is deserved at best

And In my defense way beyond my first offense

Sick of this perverse mess, I've endured this long praying it'll hurt less, each day