I feel sick tonight
Something in my stomach ain’t sitting right
But I’ve gotta overcome it, keep spitting tight
I’ve gotta overcome it, keep spitting tight, keep spitting tight

I feel sick tonight
Ring the bell, throw in the towel; I ain’t fit to fight
I’m in Hell; I don’t know how I can hit this height
I’ve gotta overcome it, keep spitting tight, keep spitting tight

Trick the switch and get my brain to begin again
Adrenalin and Benalin will get the cerebellum in
A state to deliver lines timed to be the medicine
Lose my breath, they’re Ventolin, lose an arm, they’re rent a limb
Chose not to present them in lies but still remembering
I am not a veteran; I do not know everything
Hide behind this pseudonym, I do not presume to win
Write lines till I feel true to them, decided by the mood I’m in

So I serve my words naked, never in sugar coats
And I write more quotes than a *ing big book of quotes

That’s that, straight fact
When it’s down on the track you can’t take it back
And if your crowd don’t react or get on ya back
Then you’ve failed and you just have to live with that

I remember when I was a kid and that
Way before I found beards and caps
Pencils came with erasers that
Could erase your mistakes erase, retract
But in the real world things just ain’t that easy
You can’t take back your mistakes so freely
You gotta take them in think about them deeply
Not ignore them and just move on discreetly

They say Jesus died for somebody’s sins but God knows he didn’t die for mine
Coz I’ll stand accountable for my own damn sins each and every time.

And if my sins are too great to be accepted in the circles which I strive
Then I’ll go right ahead and live a lone lush life in some small dive

I feel sick tonight
I feel sick tonight
I feel sick tonight