Dikembe All Got Sick
[Verse 1]
It was minimum wage for a day
And it felt great to be above myself and just a little less afraid
Then I parked my ass in a van
Where I sat around, thought about death and shit
Then it all got sick
[Chorus 1]
We all got sick
And then we left our kin
Heads set on ‘obstinate'
To help it all make sense
[Verse 2]
Sat alone in a nest
With our backs to the insects
And saying, “Home” was a mess
But we loved it in excess
Without wheels in the mud
Grind it out until your season comes
When the flies tie into your blood
[Chorus 2]
You'll all gеt sick
And then you'll leave your kin
Hеads set on ‘obstinate'
To make it all make sense
[Verse 3]
We were strapped to the seats
For a couple of weeks
Took a nosedive on average
Never felt like defeat
We were experts at loss
But it was course for the cause
Because for a time we were matchsticks
For a couple hundred sad kids
[Chorus 3]
We're all still sick
Set out to lead our kin
Heads set on ‘obstinate'
And now it all makes sense