Esa Mighty - Sick

I'm sick of barely getting by
Think I'm Sick of getting high
Shit I'm sick of walking around feeling like I'm about to die
I'm so sick of being numb it's like I'm happy when I cry
Sick of always asking why
Sick and tired of being tired

Sick of puffing on that chronic for that chronical depression
I'm sick of talking about it shit your prolly sick of listening
Sick of criticism sick of explaining the vision
But your used to being sick when you come from humble beginning

Sick of feeling like the clock is always ticking
I'm telling you this year we'll see fruition
And I put it on my life I can feel it in my gut
If you know you know what's up
This was prayers ain't no luck
To Allah I give it up
Lord I failed to try I tried then failed you told me try again
I was hurt and I was broken please forgive me for my sins
Long as I know that you with me than I know that I'm gon win
Getting lost up in this world they stripping us of origin

Uh
Stripping us all naked
Stuffing us with cake
Can I get some turkey bacon
They've forsaken god really out here worship satan
Killing my people then use our blood to sell their paintings
The least that I could do is talk about it
Can't wait to make the song we made it out it
Man I'm so sick of conflict
I sick of opening my screen to see another bombing
I'm sick of hearing you can't help so don't you worry bout it
So feel this heart that's pounding
Think you got me surrounded
I'll take on all you cowards
You chickens sweet and sour
Oh you gon feel the power
We here to take what's ours
I don't do it for the credit you can keep the flowers

Written by:
Esa Mohamed

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