Sick of Standing [in sh!t]


QuantcastI’m so sick of you lookin’ at me
Like you’re so much better than me
I can’ stand it, your damn envy
Do you really wanna make yourself my enemy?!

I’m so sick of going, ino night clubs
And coming face to face with all these drunken clones
You all dress he same, it’s so bloody lame
You inbreds must all have the same last name!

I’m so sick of glares, when I go out at night
Because I’m a “black-man” and my girlfriends “white”
“He’s sealing one of us”, “impurifying race”
As if we all won’t die and rot the same way!

And I’m so sick of those who don’t take seriously
Young kids in school until finally
They start lettin’ off shots just to warn you
Hey kid gimme a gun I’m gonna join you!!

ANGRY 
Ever at the world for the things that I’ve seen that were never meant for me
SCARRED
By the wounds I’ve delivered to myself in the rage of a god
DEAD
To a world that would gladly see me this way leaving, crying
But giving it up is way too demanding
I never wanna live the day that I’m not standing

I’m so sick of…(4)
I’m so sick

I’m so sick of those who don’t talk to you
When you’re down in the gutter they’re ignoring you
But as soon as they see you’ve got a little change
They wanna suck your kiss – Is that a little strange?

I’m so sick of hearing about domestic abuse (3)

I’m just trying to help you to realize
You won’t last to long with those kinds of cries
It’s you or him, somebody’s gonna die

You need to see, he is a monster
GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!!!

ANGRY 
Ever at the world for the things that I’ve seen that were never meant for me
SCARRED
By the wounds I’ve delivered to myself in the rage of a god
DEAD
To a world that would gladly see me this way leaving, crying
But giving it up is way too demanding
I never wanna live the day that I’m not standing

I’m so sick of daddy’s gun going off
Blowing off his kid’s head cuz he was showing off
A damn gun, he should’ve never seen in the first place
Now you’re standing over a child who has no face

And I’m so sick of reading, about these crazy preachers
Molesting little kids, along with these sick grade school teachers
And then you pretend to wonder, why so many 13 year olds
Are going to prison for murder, and shooting teachers as if they were told
That it’s the only way, to be heard by someone
So typical today, we solve our problems with the blast of a shotgun

ANGRY 
Ever at the world for the things that I’ve seen that were never meant for me
SCARRED
By the wounds I’ve delivered to myself in the rage of a god
DEAD
To a world that would gladly see me this way leaving, crying
But giving it up is way too demanding
I never wanna live the day that I’m not standing (2)

I’m so sick of, everything I’ve mentioned, going unnoticed
Because it’s in the “ghetto”
I’m sick of racism, so sick of oppression
So sick of lawless law so fuck the police you’re gonna get yours

I’m sick of being ignored
Sick of seeing 12 year old whores
So sick of family just being a word and more and more

I’m sick of racism, so sick of oppression
So sick of lawless law and you’re not gonna steal my right to bear arms

ANGRY 
Ever at the world for the things that I’ve seen that were never meant for me
SCARRED
By the wounds I’ve delivered to myself in the rage of a god
DEAD
To a world that would gladly see me this way leaving, crying
But giving it up is way too demanding
I never wanna live the day that I’m not standing (2)

I’m so sick of…(4)
I’m so sick!!!


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