Letras:
Sick Of It All For Now

Is it hope or a lack of sense It's the fighting spirit of the human race That keeps us trying in spite of ourselves For now we'll try to keep, keep our P.M.A. For now

there Is it hope or a lack of sense It's the fighting spirit of the human race That keeps us trying in spite of ourselves For now we'll try to keep, keep our P.M.A. For now

And it's a marathon pace yourself In this race for wealth talkin' sh-t just a waste of breath Chasing me like chasing your tail your never gon catch it

a key We get in for free No VIP sleaze Drink that Kool-Aid Follow my lead Now you're one of us You're coming with me It's time to kill the lights And

for Cloud 9 Airways. We are now approaching our initial decent. We'd like to ask all our passengers to remain seated and buckled tightly. All those passengers

was guessing cause they wasn't really sure But f-ck it, I guess I'ma have to let these n-ggas know So I think it's time for these haters to get off my

dem reel and pop off and dem start clap it When di pin file dung and it a beat drop it Police come inna jeep and dem can?t stop it Some seh dem a play

them on the milk carton Someone stole their only son Abducted from their place of play It seems to happen every day Almost like it's done for pay But

Benzedrine (Mr Benzedrine) And don't let the doctor, don't let the doctor in Have you ever wanted to disappear? It's not me, it's you Actually, it's