Poetry

Sicker Than Sin

By Jaken Steele

INTRO:
"Hey man…you're crazy!"
"Am I?"
"Shit, yeah…you're sick!" "
That's right…sicker than sin!"

GUITAR KICK

VOCALS:
How many times have you faced a gun?
I'll bet my money it was close to none.
But, if you were, would you back down and run?
Or would you stay and have some fun?
Like me!

Did you ever have a knife held to your neck,
By a brother who dealt in dope or crack?
Would you cry and mutter to please step back? O
r would you lay the fucker out in an offensive attack?
Like me!

SICK…SICK…SICK…SICKER!!!

You can never comprehend the things I've been through,
While I'm running in the night with a crazy crew.
Everyone says I belong in a zoo,
Because when something's going down you know it has to do…
With me!

CHORUS:
I guess that's why I'm…
Sicker!
Sicker than sin.
Crazy!
Only way to win.
Sicker! Sicker than sin.
Snap!
Here we go again.

My mind is psychotic and demented as hell.
Whatsamatta, baby? Can't you tell?
Once they tried to lock my ass in a rubber cell.
No one in this world can raise up hell…
Like me!

When I hit the streets I really make noise.
Busting things up with my crazy boys.
Things that hurt make up my toys.
Think you can rule the streets with iron poise…
Like me?!

SICK…SICK…SICK…SICKER!

Get in my way and you'll get knocked down.
I'll terrorize you and chase your ass out of town.
Silent, deadly, cut without a sound.
You should know better than to fuck around…
With me!

CHORUS

GUITAR SOLO

CHORUS

ENDING:
"Back off man…I'm sick!"