This is a song about "Stress in language"

Fondly carressing stress,

Dc has never seen such progress

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Hands shifting these sheets creating a complex language

Trying to give them light and a message

And please excuse my language

So i speak the language of loaf of bread to the hungry

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Kids giving their parents bad stress

And i'm a just take another guess

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

I dislike the stress /never got in to fights and bled

I just play my part make moves like chess

Of anyone willing to enlighten stress