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Sick Lyrics by A.D. Carson

Owning My Masters

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[Verse 1: A.D. Carson]
From shorties to early 40s
We all wanna be Barry Gordys with different stories
Nature naughty, never relate it to being taught we
Can never make it unless we take it into the courts. See

While you thinking it’s getting better
I’m sitting, sketching letters and thinking of Medger Evers
Knowing I could never let us forget that it’s just alleged…
That freedom and the peace that you speak of is just a brief moment in history we
Cannot see
But we seek—

But if the meek shall inherit, then you’ll be
One of the first in line

But I can’t wait, cause I got work to find
Family to feed, and lots of hurt inside

And if the worst that I
Could do is make coins from curses I
Was handed down to write these verses, I
Hope they collect ‘em in a book and then teach ‘em in every ghetto
‘bout the nigga after crumbs to get back like Hansel and Gretel

[Hook: Dead Prez ]
“…sick…”
…sick of working for crumbs and filling up the prisons…”

“…sick, sick, sick, sick, sick of working for crumbs and filling up the prisons…”

“…sick of working for crumbs and filling up the prisons…”

“…relying on religion…”

[Verse 2: Truth]
Lord let us...
Momma used to pray
That Jesus would come and get us

I really just prayed that the cops would never sweat us

Midwest wind is rough without sweaters
The salads without lettuce
Our kids without better
Education and leaders
To elevate us and teach us
How we was sold on the beaches—
They separated and beat us

Reparations
They never say that we needed
The cotton picking

Ain’t got a pot to piss in
Build up a lot of prisons
Fill ‘em up

Pull us over like “get em up.”
Move, and they’ll hit you up
Louima to Michael Brown—
Laying the bible down
The president promises
Brightens, admonishes
The curse and the punishments
I’m done with it

I’m a get mine and let the drummer get

What’s rightfully ours

Sticking to the truth
As we writing these bars

[Hook]
“…sick…”
…sick of working for crumbs and filling up the prisons…”

“…sick, sick, sick, sick, sick of working for crumbs and filling up the prisons…”

“…sick of working for crumbs and filling up the prisons…”

“…relying on religion…”

About “Sick” by A.D. Carson

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"Sick" appears on "Owning My Masters".

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