The pressure...
 (you gotta find a way to deal with) dealin with the peer pressure

 Verse One: Havoc

 As a young black teen  everyday I  deal
 with the pressure and mixed up is how I feel
 I walk the streets with a fuck you attitude
 And when it comes to my peoples you ain't half as rude
 Follow the crowd or be a leader  take your pick
 Now I'm smokin buddha philly blunt style
 A frustrated and confused young juvenile
 King of the project blues so I choose
 To take a piece of the action
 But my sober state of mind won't let it happen
 So twenty-four-seven it's the number one stresser
 Dealin with the peer pressure

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 Verse Two: Prodigy

 Most don't understand how it is
 in the world of today growin up as a young black teen
 I used to dream, of bein a architect
 Easier said than done, believe me it's hard to get
 out of the projects, without forgettin where you came from

 My parents told me from day one
 Finish school and avoid all obstacles
 But my environment, makes it so impossible
 For instance, build a strong social life
 Without messing up still trying to live right
 Like in junior high, I used to wonder why
 Certain females went out with certain guys
 Then one day, it all dawned on me yo
 You gotta be down, and have it goin on see
 I wasn't down with the mainstream or
 should I say their team, now I'm gettin steamed
 Gotta find a way, to get accepted by my peers
 So now I'm sippin on beers
 Buyin new gear, nuthin but the best
 Forget Levi's strictly Polo and Guess
 But how would I make the cash
 It gotta be easy and it gotta be fast
 Thinkin to myself does that make me lesser
 Just, dealin with the peer pressure

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 Verse Three: Havoc

 Around my way there's a kid that most don't understand
 how he lives is it negative or positive
 He has a grade A average
 But when he's on the streets, with his friends, he's a savage
 A freshman of high school, daily attendant
 He never got in trouble never did he get suspended
 Good little Kenny who would believe
 He dropped out of school to start to smoke weed
 I saw the signs but I didn't pay attention
 Because he got offended everytime that I would mention
 The drinkin, the smokin, the low school grades
 And sleepin in class laid back with his black shades
 Nowadays you catch Kenny hangin in the hallways
 With his crew findin more ways
 To break out of school, and hit the block and get buckwild
 Stay out of the way of a mad child
 Cause he's a product of, hell
 Kenny never fell but he's gonna fall overall
 So let's take a trip to the ghetto
 Where Kenny got drunk and bought a burner off his man so
 He pulled the trigger and the suicide note right
 "I'm glad it's finally over and I'm finally dead
 And no more, do I have to feel, lesser, or
 deal with the peer pressure"

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