Sick (feat. One Shadow)

[1] From shorties to early 40s

We all wanna be Barry Gordys with different stories.

Nature naughty, never relate it to being taught we

Can never make it unless we take it into the courts. See,

While you thinking it’s getting better,

I’m sitting, sketching letters and thinking of Medger Evers,

Knowing I could never let us forget that it’s just alleged….

That freedom and the peace that you speak of is just a brief moment in history we

Cannot see,

But we seek—

But if the meek shall inherit, then you’ll be

One of the first in line,

But I can’t wait, cause I got work to find,

Family to feed, and lots of hurt inside.

And if the worst that I

Could do is make coins from curses I

Was handed down to write these verses, I

Hope they collect ‘em in a book and then teach ‘em in every ghetto

‘bout the **** after crumbs to get back like Hansel and Gretel.

[Hook: Dead Prez ]

“…sick…”

…sick of working for crumbs and filling up the prisons…”

“…sick, sick, sick, sick, sick of working for crumbs and filling up the prisons…”

“…sick of working for crumbs and filling up the prisons…”

“…relying on religion…”

[2: Truth]

Lord let us...

Momma used to pray

That Jesus would come and get us.

I really just prayed that the cops would never sweat us.

Midwest wind is rough without sweaters,

The salads without lettuce,

Our kids without better

Education and leaders

To elevate us and teach us

How we was sold on the beaches—

They separated and beat us.

Reparations,

They never say that we needed.

The cotton picking,

Ain’t got a pot to piss in,

Build up a lot of prisons,

Fill ‘em up.

Pull us over like “get em up.”

Move, and they’ll hit you up.

Louima to Michael Brown—

Laying the bible down.

The president promises,

Brightens, admonishes

The curse and the punishments.

I’m done with it.

I’m a get mine and let the drummer get

What’s rightfully ours.

Sticking to the truth

As we writing these bars.

[Hook]

“…sick…”

…sick of working for crumbs and filling up the prisons…”

“…sick, sick, sick, sick, sick of working for crumbs and filling up the prisons…”

“…sick of working for crumbs and filling up the prisons…”

“…relying on religion…”