Letras:
Sick Of It All Make A Mark

it down jam it down your throat jam it down your throat it's so hard to make a mark jam it down your throat it's so hard to make a mark jam it down your

it down jam it down your throat jam it down your throat it's so hard to make a mark jam it down your throat it's so hard to make a mark jam it down your

cursed And fantasies of my family, in a hearse And they say it's the white man I should fear But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here I can

a man, than live like a coward There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state And our fate

in a verbal tractor-trailer Homie, this sick, you can normally ask a hater Don't it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper Drop in the lap of a

're probably gonna want to do it again What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw it And what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning? And

in a verbal tractor-trailer Homie, this sick, you can normally ask a hater Don't it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper Drop in the lap of a

it all out, And reach out, Because sometimes, you can forget who you are I'm tired of trying to make it, I've spent so many nights, Tryin' to get it all

a grant Then go off to college, didn't pan or even out We need it now, we need a town We need a place to pitch, we need a mound For now, I'm just a lazy