[Verse]
I'm not my first
I'm the shame of my last
God gave the ability to escape from the past, but alas
The past is all anybody can see
And with that dragging me down, I guess I'll never be
Up to any standards
The past is like a cancer, k**ing everything I ever dream about
A shout match about that one, whose name I won't dare to mention
Cuz when she's brought up, I swear nobody will listen
Missing the days before we'd only fight
I'm surely going astray, can't even stand the light
From heaven from where I was given my mouth and my mind
But how can I complain when my moms the one whose body's doing time
No matter what I do or say there's no way to erase the pain that she feels on a day to day basis
But last I checked, Lupus and cancer never caused anyone to get to acting like a borderline racist
Race is not an option
The past should be forgotten
Sickness is rotting my life
God, what's your design?
I try to be the best for them and for me but obviously, that isn't doing me much good
I'd love it if I could just get away, and if there's a way that you could make that happen for me then you should
I pray that you would

[Chorus]
I think the devil got his hands on me
I try to stay the same but guess that can't be
I think the devil got his hands on me
Can't live like this no more. I need to be free
I think the devil got his hands on me
Look me in my eyes and tell me if you notice it I think the devil got his hands on me
Pure at heart and soul. But my mind is sick
Mr. Maddox - Sick. lyrics
Album me.