Chorus: repeat 4X      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      Chorus      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      Chorus 2X      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"      Chorus 2X