The stress of this place pt. 8

"The Stress of This Place" Pt. 8 I'm just here like some lame setting duck Tell me why there's always cold air coming from the air ducts And why are they always feeding me soy and turkey products Damn another emergency count so I got my ID out There would be one less to calculate if the would just let me out Better be on point, the cert team is twenty deep And I could go to the hole if I ain't quick on my feet So I never have not one second to waste But I'm safe because when I got the pack I rented a suitcase There no more green dot and pay pal froze my account B----es snitchin, how else would Neal find out Can somebody please sale me a picture ticket? Just spoke to shorty on the three-way and she say she might visit So that's goanna be 30, 30, 60, 90 But it ain't my E.7.# so the camera got to find me See everything here is a wheel and a deal Never giving ourselves time for the sores to heal Steady picking and scratching on the scab Now things are worse when they only use to be bad But no matter what religion, sect, domination, or race You find yourself stressed if you ever enter this place The Wordist - WAM