Stress and Politricks

And the stress keeps piling on top of my head

I'm motivational, that's what the letter said

But instead, this pressure is starting to spread

All over my body, my shoulder starts to crack

The mass' too real for this physique to undertake

An alternate thought for me to contemplate

I'm burning under the rays of infra-red

The brain is porous so you can easily infiltrate

But that will never be me - I'm a man of my own

And you will get shot if you try to steal my throne

So you better be gone if you still deliberate

This is not for those who can't focus or concentrate

Off to bed before the boogieman awakes

Got this technique you cannot berate or actuate

Translate: I murder offensive castigators,

You fucking morons, biters and alligators

Never wrote shit in a day of their lives

But try to put me at mercy of the knife

All I feel is strife when injustice is rife

Politricks fucking up our quality of life