District

Sick Of It All

Purge the district

Scrub it hard

Time to clean up our own backyard.

People standing in the way

Are on the list of people getting paid.

Not just the common thug

Also those up above

Making laws and deciding how the districts run into the ground.

Now the choice is up to us

Between the crooked and corrupt.

Whose made fewer bloody deals

Chose the lesser of two evils.

Soul turns to evil quick

Without love or discipline.

Poison for the destitute

Is also in the silver spoon.

The rain is coming down

But the drugs are dollar signs.

Pads the pockets of the bent

And we cant pay the rent.

Someday a real rain is gonna come

Someday a real rain is gonna come

Someday a real rain is gonna come

Someday a real rain is gonna come

And clean up the mess.

Locked up

Feeling the common dread

Locked up in our homes and in our heads

Intimidation keeps us prisoners at home

A force that's never felt anything stand up against it.

The sky will open up this time.

We wont overlook a thing.

Criminal, Criminal, Criminal.

We wont overlook a thing.

Criminal, Criminal, Criminal.

And we'll wake up with our spirit

Purified, Purified, Purified

Purified, Purified, Purified.

Someday a real rain is gonna come

Someday a real rain is gonna come

Someday a real rain is gonna come

Someday a real rain is gonna come

And clean up the mess.

Free of the common dread

In our homes and in our heads.

Free of the crooked ways

Woken with our spirit cleansed.