Testi:
Sick Of It All Death Or Jail

It was the usual crowd growing up All good, all bad, ALL UGLY They were like brothers ?cause we all felt the same The future tore them away Born with

they treat you back Disrespect them or knock them They gonna slap you back (yer) Sometimes it hurts And thats bad karma Watch out for it [Chorus] How

my data right into your screen" [Mr. Lif] Jane went insane, she's an anchorwoman Sick of pusing skewed information And abusing the nation Had a few options: Either jump or run Critical ways or

can I sign it at the end Oh I think I'm all of that now, so now it's fuck Brand Nubian Should I call you a bitch, or should I maintain? I'm just here

vegetables, my level's risin' like cholesterol best of all, I'm blessed to call God my father, I got arrested, y'all Let me tell you how it happened, check it, y'all

know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all

can live it, I pray for justice when we go to court, Wish it was all good so the country never even went to war Why can't we kick it and just get em on

a! nigga was sick. I just to watch my brother do some dangerous shit. Staying out all night, mama worrying sick. Wondering if he was dead or just

it All I need is 4 minutes, to fuck bitches And to scream on critics, ya can't fuck wit it I leave ya writers blocked up, don't stuck wit it So sick of