Letra de 'Sick Boi' de Ren

Sick boy, sick boy, bitten by a tick boy
Looking for that fix boy, anabolic steroids
Stem Cell poster boy, pass out, white noisе
Quick fix, snake oil, I'm about to break, boy
Oh, what a shame, hе's in pain, have another go
Take another pill, here, take a couple more
Let's see how you're doing in another week or so
You'll be feeling worse when the side effects will show
De-realization, medical patient
Losing patience with the process, walking hand in hand with Satan
Complications with the medications, inflammation, dehydration
Inhalation aggravation, building up a toleration
Drown sucker, drown sucker, drown sucker, drown
I've been feeling like I'm drowning with my feet upon the ground
I've been screaming, I've been shouting, but I never make a sound
I've been looking for a way out, but I always seem to drown

Is this all making sense, Ren?
Uh, yeah, I think so
Good
What I propose we do is we try to pinpoint the exact experiences from the past that are keeping you stuck
What can you tell me about your childhood?
Um, I can't really think
It's okay if nothing comes up right away
What I'd like you to do is take some deep breaths with me
In, and out
In, and out
Good, now tell me the first thing that comes to your mind

I feel like it's not me, it's the world that's sick
We're given everything we need and we commoditize it
We consume, we destroy, like we're parasitic
Science tells us that it's suicide and still we commit
I'm not sick, we are sick, we are standing on a cliff
In the name of progress, we jump off the precipice
I'm not sick, I'm the virus, you're the virus, hypocrite
How can you sit there with that smile on and tell me that I'm sick?
Sick boy, sick boy, looking for a fix, boy
Push it down in public, quick, pose for the pic, boy
Record label meetings that commodify your gift, boy
Why you so upset? Don't you wanna be a rich boy?
Fuck no, industry is cutthroat
I've been doing bits by myself swimming backstroke
Walking on a tightrope, rapping with a slit throat
The way that we persist is like the ending of a bad joke
As the people evolve
We're complacent to assailants and we do what we're told
Counter-intelligence, a sight to behold
Rape the earth of all resources, and we bleed it for gold
And we bleed it for wealth, we bleed it for fame
But when you bleed it can you tell me what the fuck will remain?
And I'm bleeding myself, I'm bleeding my brain
While I'm bleeding, I'm the reason 'cause I'm doing the same