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Sick Of It All Free Spirit

and deception won't change the direction of will in it's fight to survive Figures of oppression breathing down our necks Free spirit continues to thrive Free spirit

deception won't change the direction of will in it's fight to survive Figures of oppression breathing down our necks Free spirit continues to thrive Free spirit

all that dying stuff Sick of heart ache, sick of pain Sick of you, I gotta quit this man But me and myself can do nothing without the Spirit man Eyes

sick and twisted Grabbing at angels when I fall Because I am more than this idol endless recital For all my demons to applaud I am free Hide myself from it

appearence Apprehension clouds the spirit Tension prepares us for ascension And at his best is when he breaks conventions A convenient covenant coveted for conception We're all

I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for those incarcerated, my heart is wit' y'all I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars then once free you

I'm feelin' cool there cause it's a comfortable place It's like the pain that I was feelin' kept me under suspicion But now I know that it's all just

false idol I see you kissing? Money, success and untold wealth, good health And all you have to do is love yourself. It's a fact you'll attract all the

heart, it's been broken with booze and drugs and shooting up paste The sun is my spirit, it belongs to all of us, I guess we're all one sick race And