SICK N TIRED

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    SICK N TIRED

    Same shyt diffrent day all while the world keeps turning

    Turn on the 10o'clock news the bullets keep burning

    The goverment say we are no longer slaves

    So what the fuck they call minimum wage

    It's all the same u can change the frame all you want but

    the picture never changes we gotta hustle just to eat living

    check 2 check wonder where the days went

    politicians saying crime is high with the look of amazment

    knowning damn well they have the pawer to change shyt

    "why are there so many homeless people" they can give

    us all job placement but if they did all the prisons would

    have less souls to fill their cages. The whole world is dying

    and crying for a cure 4 aids, oh the gov got one but how

    else they gonna get paid. even if they gave it to us the

    prices would be raised, raised so high it would be cheaper

    to dig your own grave.

    Y is crime so high well who brought in the drugs

    we still fighting for our freedom and they call us thugs

    not every thing u see on tv is as it seems

    people that belief the bull get caught up with money cloths

    hoes and bling-bling 24 inchs on my car dont make me a

    man and if we still crawling when r we going to stand

    Yea its easy to blame bush and others for putting gas on

    the fire, all i know is i been making a change so when r u

    going to stop being sicntired

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    romina983 commented on SICK N TIRED

    10-08-2009

    wow this is different but i really liked it!!!!! i like the way you express your feelings so well!!!! very well written!!! thank u for sharing it with us!!!

    JaLaw commented on SICK N TIRED

    01-14-2009

    Street talk: Real talk, bro. I feel ya. It's life on da pavement.

    Kleva commented on SICK N TIRED

    12-16-2008

    ALL DAY!!!! CHECK ME OUT TOO FAM!!! IM WITCHA CUZ!!!! 10 ALL DAY!!!

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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