YCK - I'm Sick

{Chorus}
I’m sick
I’m sick
Crippled body
Empty clips
Riding solo
Day to day
Don’t need advice
From any bitch
Let go
What you can’t control
Feds out on the dope patrol
What if I sold my soul
Where would the atoms go
I’m sick
I’m sick
Crippled body
Empty clips
Riding solo
Day to day
Don’t need advice
From any bitch
Let go
What you can’t control
Feds out on the dope patrol
What if I sold my soul
Where would the atoms go

{Verse 1}
Sick of the blatant
Nepotism
Approaching with caution
And skepticism
That’s a nice trophy
Your parents bought
Got a rope for my throat
And my larynx pop
I don’t got family
To do the networking
No competition
My moves self-serving
You’re the type of person
That would care 'bout awards
And if I could get my moment
They would all be aboard
See the motherfucking bandits
Pulling off heists
Thеy can all be bought
When it’s name your pricе
Ain’t no oversight here
And with no practice
Taken out of context
Quotes to distract us
Board of direction
Bored of projections
I’m real done
With 'em all interjecting
If I needed someone here
To judge the results
I would choose somebody
Lacking any trace of a pulse

{Chorus}
I’m sick
I’m sick
Crippled body
Empty clips
Riding solo
Day to day
Don’t need advice
From any bitch
Let go
What you can’t control
Feds out on the dope patrol
What if I sold my soul
Where would the atoms go
I’m sick
I’m sick
Crippled body
Empty clips
Riding solo
Day to day
Don’t need advice
From any bitch
Let go
What you can’t control
Feds out on the dope patrol
What if I sold my soul
Where would the atoms go

{Verse 2}
Sick with the virus
I got within
I do not knock
When I’m dropping in
Enter uninvited
But confess I’m undecided
To incite a fight or not
I cannot know until I tried it
Ain’t been one
For the conflict
Take it too far
Ending up as a convict
'Bout to turn the room red
Who is it and who said
That I should adapt
But I’m issuing a new threat

Posting insurgents
I claim that it’s urgent
I’m parting the waves
For the kraken and serpent
Need an uprising
And revolution
We the people
Need retribution
We’re living in a kleptocracy
Try to offer me
But step off of me
And then you can buy votes
But you can’t buy talent
Spoon-fed so-called
Self-made invalid

{Chorus}
I’m sick
I’m sick
Crippled body
Empty clips
Riding solo
Day to day
Don’t need advice
From any bitch
Let go
What you can’t control
Feds out on the dope patrol
What if I sold my soul
Where would the atoms go

I’m sick
I’m sick
Crippled body
Empty clips
Riding solo
Day to day
Don’t need advice
From any bitch
Let go
What you can’t control
Feds out on the dope patrol
What if I sold my soul
Where would the atoms go