SICK OF IT ALL By. Angelica. (Artist/Poet)

Sick of it all, right
Wrong, wishful thinking I guess
5 responsibilities but three left in the dirt
2 wonderful gifts but no change
Well, I'm not your batting cage
I have a point to prove
I made honest mistakes, but that's my past
I'm sick of it all
You watch
You stand there and you watch as your family
Falls into deep depression you don't
You don't care that your daughter on the streets or that your grandkids are one
I'm just sick of it all
So I have a point to prove
Maybe
No, never, I will never take my stress out on my flesh and blood
I will never be my mothers daughter, I'm not you
I have this point to prove
Did you know,
No, I guess not
My point to prove is..
I'm sick of this discombobulated family and you're the center of it
I'm sick of the blame
Sick the whoa is me
Sick of it all, wrong
You right, we long gone because id rather be alone than be sick
Plain sick of all
And that's my point to prove..