Stressed

All day I sat in my cell

Just stressin', sittin' back, readin' my mail

Reminiscin' about the good times I had

Tryin' to relive all the good memories I have

Hate the sound it makes when they close the gates

Wake up at six to eat nasty cornflakes

You ain't have a routine and your time is long

Workout, eat and sleep, now your time is gone

It's all messed up, I'll fuck the Xbox

It's a telephone, **** call that a stress box

Lunch ain't no better, they get you thick pieces of bread, mustard, nasty meat, big cheddar

Dinner all mushed up, extra

Fuck that, me and my **** about to cook up

He got the sausage, he got the

I got the cheese, he got the noodles, we did that right

By the time I close my eyes to sleep at night

I thank the Lord that I could even sleep at night

'Cos I'm stressed