Feeling The Pressure
I’m under pressure; I can feel the heat from the tempter
There is no life for him so he does not want me to find God’s treasure
Instead of focusing on the real life, he wants me to die forever
Sometimes I feel so stupid but yet my enemy is so clever
Even though there are many things I can be thankful for
Sometimes I still ask myself: “Will things ever get better?”
I pray to Jehovah and ask him to help me stay faithful
I can almost hear the Devil saying: “Never!”
I'm in the bottom of the ninth, and I’m trying to hit the game winning home run with no hands
It’s like trying to win a battle with no plans
I’m in the fox hole, but the artillery is so heavy I can’t even stand
Imagine being brown or black and residing in a town owned by the Klu Klux Klan
Pressure can make a man take drastic measures
It can make him give into evil pleasures
Sometimes it’s your own family and friends that add on to the pressure
They are in your ear screaming this and that,
Not thinking about how their actions affect you
We’re already living behind enemy lines
What if you feel that it’s your own friends trying to kill you?
Pressure can make a man angry and paranoid
It can get worse than a sports player on steroids
You can see things that never really happened
Hear things that were never really said
It can block you from finding peace even when you lay down on your own bed
Tossing and turning, a million thoughts rushing through your head
Will I succeed or will I fail?
Or would I rather be dead?
- Life is Crazy 258238
Poem focusing on life experience growing up in Chicago, IL.