Lyrics:
explosives in our pockets and evil in our eyes;
we are sick and tired of living a shitty life, being kept in jail by Israel, beaten up by Hamas and completely
gettin' sick jus' tryna spit dis
How you gonna kneel on a neck for 9 minutes
Trayvon gets shot by a mutha fuckin' midget
Freddie gets neglected by a bitch
the creeps
Life is sick. You're born you live
You die, but what of it?
Man, that's just part of the gig
Could take it day by day
Or plan it inch by inch
But
like it's carnival in Rio
Life's too short, I need a V.O
Yo, we live, we die, we give, we try, we kiss, we fight
Also we can have a good time
I'm
a quick dip
Take a dive, get a little wet it’ll dry
I ain’t even hit 25, I ain’t even live
Half a life, bitch I’m a (uh)
Bitch I’m alive, life a quick dip
and what's right
Surrounded by sin
Purgatory got us fighting for our damn lives
Put up your fists
Put up your fists it's a fist fight
If you feel sick
Better
four, five
Another week goes by
I'm half alive
I'm getting sick
I'm faking this
I'm over it
Don't wanna wear those suit and tie
I gotta live before I die
sick of seeing travyons ahmad aubrey george floyds breonna taylors
Twenty four seven I walk outside and ask is my life danger
But I aint going out like
Are you still following somebody else's vision?
Livin' a life, a nightmare by your own decision
The prison doesn't lie within the gate
It's the panic
fucking kill myself
It's like I'm too sick but I can't get well
I'm slowly waiting for the day
Official by the grave
Forever here I lay
No longer can
sayin' I did this to you
Baby, I'm sick of this
Keep sayin' I ain't listenin'
Let it all out, tell me how you feel about me
Get it all off your chest
to live life moment to moment
And street by street and beat to beat
Because we've all played that street ot street game in New York
Haven't we? Yes we
understands a free mind with no plan captive by his own hand
While the gate is sitting open
God I'm so broken and sittin' back hopin'
That you can bring
the Holy Ghost he lives inside of me
Finally my search is over
No more Fears in my life he's taken over
Recruited by Christ I'm a spiritual soldier
I carry
profit
Grinding 'til the future know my name
Let "em know I was real
Let 'em know I'd do it all again
Ima live live till my life goes timeless
Timeless,
a feeling
(You'd crawl on your knees)
To punish me,
It's hard to keep you by my side,
Haunted by the vision,
Too ugly
For one day,
Go live your life,
Sick
a feeling
(You'd crawl on your knees)
To punish me,
It's hard to keep you by my side,
Haunted by the vision,
Too ugly
For one day,
Go live your life
truth
Work
Pay for being
For whole life you giving
Poisoned
Infected
Get sick beg for relief
Too many to live
Seduced by toys
Fiction of choice
They
it gangsta (all my life)
Keep it gansta why'all, keep it gangsta (all my life)
(verse three) {1:50}
I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they
Dear me president tell me what to do
Sick and tired of the promise you needa send more proof
Why should I lie when Christ prophesied
Citizens
hopes up
Since the lightening in the sky
Keeps grounding us back down to Earth
Now I just want to live my life
But I lack the luxury of not dealing with
I'm supposed to do
I bend and break
I take and take
I'm sick of being in last place
I take my power back
I don't want to live life for you
Starving for
Burn no bridges to stay warm
Can't keep running from the rain
Can't live my life on the edge of the storm
Kill confusion by killing options
Burn no
talking
Everywhere I get to walking and I
Keep falling
I'm so deep in love but I
Keep stalling
I sit by the phone for you to
Start calling
I'm so sick
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