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Sick of People
(Written for the What's the Point Comp.)
sick of people askin me if this life has a point
when half yall got six kids, no job and only half a joint
sick of people askin me if the means are worth the ends
I tell em I aint tryna make friends only pay the rent
sick of people askin me the god that I worship
for it is selfism now go on abhor it
sick of people askin me the reason we exist
give the plot a twist, and write your own end to the script
sick of people askin me if this life has a point
when half yall got six kids, no job and only half a joint
sick of people askin me if the means are worth the ends
I tell em I aint tryna make friends only pay the rent
sick of people askin me the god that I worship
for it is selfism now go on abhor it
sick of people askin me the reason we exist
give the plot a twist, and write your own end to the script
Published 19th Feb 2014
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