Sick and Tired

Sick and tired of being sick and tired

Sick of feeling like my enemy is my desire

Sick of feeling like I’m no longer your hero, like I’m Tobey Maguire

Like I’m the Itsy Bitsy Spider-man

I’m so washed up

Look, these are my confessions

I’m so caught up, yeah

Tryna usher in my own success, it’s got me so distressed

I must’ve forgot that from your throne I’m blessed

My mind is a battlefield, can’t leave the house without a shield

Gotta stay under armor like I’m Steph Curry

Otherwise I’m getting taken out of this race like I left early

Ain’t it funny how nobody taught us how to steal, kill, and destroy? Man, we come by that naturally

Don’t need a bachelor’s degree to see that mankind is broken

I think what Tolkien was tryna show us through Samwise and Frodo

Is true friends, we need those, but even despite our greatest efforts we are not the heroes

Without the Author, we will fail

Thank God he took the nails, went to Hell for three days, then he rose

So even though I’m sick and tired currently

I know that death to this body is just a doorway to life eternally

I know I’m probably preaching to the choir

But it seems we forgot that the Devil is a liar

Like pliers, how we hold on to our sinful desires

Tell me is anybody else sick and tired of being sick and tired?

I know I’m probably preaching to the choir

But it seems we forgot that the Devil is a liar

Like pliers, how we hold on to our sinful desires

Tell me is anybody else sick and tired of being sick and tired?

Sometimes I wonder if God regrets giving us free will

After he sees how we steal, kill, and destroy, like the thief

My heart is filled grief, but I can’t point a finger cause I know that I’m the chief

Please pass the fig leaves so I can cover up my shame again

Pass the blame again

Then go to church and speak his name in vain again because my heart is distant

Out here playing religion just so I look Christian

But I can’t help but remember when Jesus walked the earth it was the church folk that missed him

Blinded by their own false wisdom

But Jesus didn’t just say to go to church, he said make disciples and go fishing

Live on a mission, but do we listen? Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I think about the curse we put ourselves under back in Paradise

When the serpent put us in a trance with them snake eyes like a pair of dice

Like the Jungle Book, when Eve took another look and Adam took another bite

Next thing you know Abel’s dead cause of his brother’s spite

Like Sprite, obeyed our thirst

Turned away from God and things only got worse

See ain’t it funny how a pair of lies paralyzed mankind

And had us seeking glory that we can’t find

See we were already made in his image, without blemish

But the serpent deceived Eve, cause he’s a menace

And Adam just sat back and passively witnessed

Thank God he sent Jesus to finish what we started back in the garden

Pardoned because of his sacrifice, healed by his stripes

Because of his death, I have life

I know I’m probably preaching to the choir

But it seems we forgot that the Devil is a liar

Like pliers, how we hold on to our sinful desires

Tell me is anybody else sick and tired of being sick and tired?

I know I’m probably preaching to the choir

But it seems we forgot that the Devil is a liar

Like pliers, how we hold on to our sinful desires

Tell me is anybody else sick and tired of being sick and tired?