SICK OV IT (feat. ParKlurker)

Guarding these feelings All in my head I wish that I could've said I wish that I could've did Something more violent instead Load up the clip Go head and click Another man killed Dead on the field Sometimes man I wish that I could just do what I feel I'm so sick and Tired of the ville I need way out For real Don't want my feed My temptation My demons keep taking I'm digging my grave in Surrounded by ravens And satan he waiting Man he gon need patience 4 7 ronin I'm Born on the 11 F*ck is you thinking I came from no heaven We immigrant childen Ain't got the same type of pigment Sick of it Thoughts of you don't wanna think of it Mind body soul took a hindering Impending doom always lingering Look in my eyes you can see that I'm scarred Look in the mirror and I lost par Numb to the feeling I lost that spark I saw the light then woke up to the dark YUH Held accountable I do not f*ck around with the bull Seeking a place where I'm comfortable Abusing consumptions non-functional Lost in abyss Back in a void that I never had missed Insomniac reaching out for some bliss Trying to contain it I'm twisting a spliff Live with the pain wishing I don't exist Trapped in this life I don't see an exit Like Vicky rose nigga lit as a bitch Blade in my bag a young nigga equipped Essential like oils I came with the drip I pull it out and your body'll rip I see you slipping c'mon get a grip