The stress of this place pt. 2

The Stress of This Place" Pt. 2 The Stress of this place Causes it to be barren and full of waste Hell there's only time being done So why not recirculate the air and limit light from the sun Life moving fast at a standstill But then just like that I might have to kill or be killed On the hunt for a hustle or an angle Maybe I could rob, steal, or find me a gamble Or partake in some other religious activity Seeing as how I'm already used to living on my knees What's on TV? Can I borrow a CD? I'm going crazy with all this built up energy But there's limited let go's or outlets Plus I don't do boys or practice self sex My state is confused and I'm obese with doubt So I constantly workout hoping it will all work out My hardest choice is to choose a seasoning pack And from all these Bombays I have pains in my back As I watch my emotions run across the ceiling I might be on the transfer list because they think I'm personal dealing But there I go again trying to have all the sense And attempting to control what goes on beyond the fence But that's like a tail being chased...... Or is it just "The Stress of This Place" The Wordist - WAM