im sixteen already i got a baby on the way,it makes me happy but it drives me crazy in a way, crazy in the brain stressed out wit no way to support it, im not a killa so now i'll let it be aborted, my girl keep tellin me hunny what we gunna do, its real life ta me may seem fun to you, i pray ta the lord let my baby be ok, im sick of strugglin livin day ta day, in a way id say ive got no place to go, you wouldnt face the problems knowin what i know, is the baby mine was my girl sleepin around, she leaves then pregnant comin back in town, so what.. what should i do now

i gotta get it off my chest i gotta get it off my chest
i gotta get it off my chest i gotta get it off my chest
i gotta get it off my chest i gotta get it off my chest

its not ot long but i had ta say what i was thinkin and get it off my chest tell me ya think