Sick of It All

She got dreams in a bottle, drowning in gin,

Eyes sharp enough to cut through the wind,

Walking down streets where the cracks don’t mend,

Every corner whispers, the struggle won’t end.

Broken glass reflects her soul’s silhouette,

Heart heavy as the chain she ain’t paid off yet.

Sick of it all, yeah, she’s sick of it all,

Walls closing in, can’t stand being small.

Sick of it all, she gon’ rise, she gon’ crawl,

Through the ashes of the world, she’ll rebuild what they stole.

Clock ticks louder, the hours feel cursed,

Every paycheck stretched, every moment rehearsed.

She spits venom at the mirror, it spits it back,

Wants to break free, but the deck’s all stacked.

Flipping coins for the rent, losing bets with fate,

Knuckles bruised from knocking at destiny’s gate.

Sky ain't blue, it’s a charcoal smear,

Hope tastes bitter when it's washed down with fear.

But she clenches her fists, teeth bite the dawn,

A phoenix in rags, wings tattered but strong.

Sick of it all, yeah, she’s sick of it all,

Standing in the rubble, still refusing to fall.

Sick of it all, she gon’ fight, she gon’ brawl,

Till the echoes of her pain become her victory call.