LYRIC FOR SALE

By Bob Lyte

(Chorus) I'm sick of all these food stamps
sick of all this WIC
I'm sick of all these bill collectors telling me that it
is my final notice they need to collect
I'm sick of being broke before I cash my check
I'm sick of it all, have you ever felt this way
I'n sick of feeling sick and tired every single day
I drop down to my knees dear lord and I pray
I know I can be great if you just show me the way

(Verse 1) Wake up in the morning and I gotta thank the lord
for another day of sunshine but im so sick of my life where did all the fun times
disappear to look in the mirror to
see that pain inside a me, a broken soul entirely
scrapping up change so i can feed
my family cuz I can't proceed
to work weekly and then
as soon as I cash my check
I do not have one cent to spend
friends, lend me a helping hand every now and then
but it's not much
so I'm standing in this welfare line and I really feel like such
a helpless individual
how did I get this point, man I don't know
cuz I got that flow that is so raw
but I can't break through so all and all
I'm stuck in a slump and I can't get up
and I feel i'm sinking deeper
and I don't know what I'm doing
wanna grow but I can't seem ta
find the resources the starting point of the course that I was on
wanna do right but I feel so wrong
cuz I got the skills and it's been so long
and now it feels like I'm right back at square one
please Jesus can you help me cuz I don't know if I can go on

(Chorus) I'm sick of all these food stamps
sick of all this WIC
I'm sick of all these bill collectors telling me that it
is my final notice they need to collect
I'm sick of being broke before I cash my check
I'm sick of it all, have you ever felt this way
I'n sick of feeling sick and tired every single day
I drop down to my knees dear lord and I pray
I know I can be great if you just show me the way

(Verse 2) Wait a minute can I get a minute just to think
on how I'm gonna make this
400 dollar check stretch
and how I'm gonna pay this
rest of the light bill due tomorrow
and infact unless I hit the lotto
looks like I'm gonna have to borrow
drowning in my sorrows now
lord can you help me figure out
how to get my kids school kids clothes
cuz I don't want to touch no dope
get locked up and risk it all
sitting in a visitation hall
I'm not going down that route
and my kids ain't going without
so I gotta figure something now
how in the world am I gonna make it happen
i'm losing my passion for this rappin
clock is ticking time is passin and i always end up askin
how did I get here, where am I going, who's gonna help me
cuz i gotta plan to make us wealthy
but it takes dough to make dough and we
ain't gotta dime to spend, I ain't gotta dime to stretch
all these people coming at me telling me to invest
invest in what man I don't think they know
how hard it is when your struggling I'm broke and sick of it all

(Chorus) I'm sick of all these food stamps
sick of all this WIC
I'm sick of all these bill collectors telling me that it
is my final notice they need to collect
I'm sick of being broke before I cash my check
I'm sick of it all, have you ever felt this way
I'n sick of feeling sick and tired every single day
I drop down to my knees dear lord and I pray
I know I can be great if you just show me the way