Sick! Songtext

I heard life a trip
Get it how you live
I guess it's all you get
Take it on the chin
Pleasure by the gram
Gas siphon in
Smoke in my diaphragm
Stem caps, molly black, betty bam-ba-lam
They be out there
Shorty really from the west
Just an alley cat
Legend in the fucking flesh
Quit the frat, double back, I need a percent
Blast a laugh, karma facts, that's a messy bitch
Can't go outside, can't go outside
No more 'cause niggas sick
Fuck the second chance
I won't let the devil in
Somethin' gotta give
Cover me, I'm going in Pressure blow the lid, factor in the overhead
Live with no regrets, tell 'em when to tote the fifth
I could count the chips, not on what the teller said
That's expensive shit
Like my uncle Fela said
Cover me, I'm going in

So really, art is what is happening at a particular time of a people's development or underdevelopment, you see. So I think, as far as Africa is concerned, music cannot be for enjoyment, music has to be for revolution. Really working with the people, enlightening the people and doing your duty as a citizen to play music and act and do something about the system. If you feel bad about it, do something about it