Man I'm sick of it all, man I'm sick of it all, man I'm sick of it all, man I'm sick of it all
Sick of everything, sick of all the faking, everything is weird
Trying to connect all these pieces, nothing working
Feeling kinda hopeless, caught up in my flesh
Worrying bout things I can't control
Trying my hardest, trying to switch the mode
Trying to find the code, feel like no one knows
What I'm really going through
Rather shut my mouth and keep it mute
Ain't been feeling this rapping
All this **** is lame
But I know God used me for the message
Been working on that album for a minute
I was wondering if I'd finish
Put this music out, never chose this route
Don't get the mess confused
We all human, just expressing my feelings
Oftentimes I've been the villain in many stories
But I'm here to give God the glory
Nothing more, nothing less
Gonna keep moving pieces on the checkerboard like it's chess
The gift comes with a price
And just know I never dim my light
The gift comes with a price
Man I'm sick of it all
Man I'm sick of it all
Man I'm sick of it all
Man I'm sick of it
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