Interpret:

Sick Of It All

Album:

Yours Truly

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