Sick

[Verse 1:]

Yo, we sick in the mainframe, sick in the mental

We sick in the physical and we sick in the temple

Better give me the pencil and prescription pad

Fuck talking it out, give me the drugs, and my symptoms bad

Repetition, compulsive neurosis

Instant gratification, my appetite ferocious

Liver cirrhosis, living is hopeless

Pharmaceutical pills that they give me to cope with

The sickness, wake up feeling like shit

Pain in my left side and I'm losing my grip

I'm short of breath but I'm sure of death

Blood clot won't stop, no more regrets

I'm high-strung with bad lungs and I'm diabetic

Swine flu, terrified too, I could get it

Got aches and pains and a lump in my throat

I'm the sickest motherfucker you know, let's go

[Hook:]

I'm sick, sick of waking up feeling like shit

I'm sick, sick of waking up feeling like this

I'm sick, in the physical, sick in the mental

Sick in the spiritual and sick in the temple

I'm sick, sick of waking up feeling like shit

I'm sick, sick of waking up feeling like this

I'm sick ... sick of the blood

Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge

[Verse 2:]

Yo, I think I've gone mad or society's nuts

Having visions of killing myself slow, anxiety sucks

Think I'm sick or I'm finally sane

They telling me to rejoice and enjoy but I'm trying to refrain

From the carcinogens, and the bars and the drinks

That will mutate cells and make scars and things

From the starch and the fat that harbour heart attack

Cigarette smoke blowing in your artery tract

My suicide's methodical, cutting out lump's not possible

Pathological ways to body you

Mapped out, binge till I black out

Purge till I'm done with the germs then I'm heading back out

Tell me, how do you want it?

Take it in the bowels or the stomach

Coughing up blood sound demonic

And they found out it's chronic, hard time trying to breathe

Six weeks and it's time to leave

[Hook:]

I'm sick, sick of waking up feeling like shit

I'm sick, sick of waking up feeling like this

I'm sick, in the physical, sick in the mental

Sick in the spiritual and sick in the temple

I'm sick, sick of waking up feeling like shit

I'm sick, sick of waking up feeling like this

I'm sick ... sick of the blood

Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge

[Verse 3:]

Yo, waking up sick every day, I think something is up

Cultivate, multiply, cells in your chest running amok

Lumps in your breast, haemorrhage flesh

Poor appetite, losing weight fast like mega-depressed

You're fatigued and your lymph nodes bleed deep purple

Bones hurt, no shirt, look at Steve Urkel

I'm locked in a hospital bed in proverbial chains

Dying for my sins, worthy of praise

Holidays in the sun, got a chronic disease

Pathological fun, got lost in the seas

Of excess, self-medicating the stress

Now bleed from the ulcer, finger on the pulse

Of a sick planet with a smack habit

Selling off sheep to the wolves and the fucking pack's rapid

I mutate cells, then mutilate self with a vendetta

Life don't get no better

[Hook:]

I'm sick, sick of waking up feeling like shit

I'm sick, sick of waking up feeling like this

I'm sick, in the physical, sick in the mental

Sick in the spiritual and sick in the temple

I'm sick, sick of waking up feeling like shit

I'm sick, sick of waking up feeling like this

I'm sick ... sick of the blood

Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge