Stress is the only place I’ve lived
I’ve only lived when I didn’t have anymore to give
Sometimes I wonder what it would be
If I didn’t have this stress you see
I imagine living in a place where people are good to me
I imagine living in a place where people aren’t so insecure
But then I snap back to reality
And I see the stress that I always see
I guess at some point I should get used to it
If everything goes wrong anytime I speak to one of these
I might as well get used to living on my knees
But really I’ve been down so long
Everything looks like up to me
Anytime anything goes right I’m wondering if it’s really my life
Sometimes we’re stuck in a place where we’re alone
But I’ve always been on my own
Things go better when I know that the devil lives on my heels
If he didn’t I don’t think I’d be real
But everything is still looking up to me because what I’ve been through I couldn’t even put it into words you see
I’m sure someone understands how it feels to be left out of the creators good plans
I’m good at seeing the bad side of every man
The only way I get to know anyone is because of some good in my life that must be undone
The devil is busy and he always wins in my life
Maybe next time God will get it right
He does make mistakes
Or likes playing games
Because I’m tired of moving lanes
I’ve got to keep moving
No place is my home
So every year I begin to roam
Diamonds or Light? 