If Jesus could rap, he would


Yeah

and he would be like:


let me spit it out

this is my song

written word


my voice is shut

voice is unheard

life

screaming inside

sick of push and pull

sick of second place

sick of third place

sick of giving

sick of not receiving

sick of asking

sick of asking

sick of asking

sick of silence

sick of illusions we invent

to survive

sick of polished faces

sick of fakes

sick of lazy butts

sick of sleeping people

sick of stupid people

sick of the system around

sick of running

sick of walking

sick of sitting

sick of people destroying

life

sick of silence

sick of problems

sick of solutions

sick of not saying it like it is

sick of rules

sick of limits

sick of Fridays

sick of time dripping

scull about to crack

sick of making sure it works

sick of pain

the pain of living

eating, shitting, sleeping

again

sick of being

who invented life must have been sick

or nonhuman

sick of stupid fucks

sick of people falling into themselves

pretending to be

fine

sick of rotting


weak by choice

evil by choice


yeah