Green with envy she crys herself to sleep
   She’s paid the price for living cheap
   The more your try to get out of this hole
   The more you seem to bury yourself in coal
  
   I get sicker I get sicker sicker I get sicker
  
   The alternation in my brain it don’t work right
   I seem to listen to the voice that doesn’t tell me fight
   I kneel down by my bed I call to jah-oh-yah
   Son of man he says shine bright you star
  
   I get sicker I get sicker sicker I get sicker
  
   An if I should start falling
   It’s to you that I’ll be calling
  
   Sicker I get sicker sicker I get sicker
  
   An if I should start falling
   It’s to you that I’ll be calling
  
   Sicker I get sicker sicker I get sicker