6 months of pains in my leg Went to the GP and they gave me the same thing again Painkillers ain’t killing the pain though And every visit I take notes They never listen what do they know It’s just alright now I need an MRI Seven weeks and it’s finally scan time I’m getting weak I ain’t tryna be flat line I got friends I never need on stand by The results are in I received its a landmine Lookin’ in the mirror like you can’t die yet Kind of news that you can’t digest, you can’t digest We me, why not she, now I need a CT and biopsy Baby father tried drop me, things became harder for me and my offspring Crying on a hard shoulder, osteosarcoma For anyone don’t know, sounds like I need a heart donor But I been diagnosed with a cancer that you won’t find in most But it’s inside my bones I hope they find an antidote or an answer And they talkin amputation, no more standing ovations Overstand what I’m saying How can a 3 year old hold my hand through this mayhem
Too much to live for I don’t wanna miss you no Wipe your tears Face your fears for me I’ll be here for you Like you’ll be here for me
Let me paint this picture, portrait for the people 4 days on chemo Fuck this I need weed tho Hair loss, feels like it was torn off Only saw my reflection when tears dropped Never looked in the mirror for a month I say I’m a 10 on a normal day, but here what Today [?] Now it’s time for my leg operation But by now it’s in my lungs, that’s the next complication I got to speak to my son, that’s the next conversation It’s hard being a mum, with death confirmation Back on the chemo it’s not working though No one wants to work when its work involved I’m looking for other solutions, google Got my internets working slow Now everyone say I’m giving up Coming off chemo, I don’t give a fuck Where’s my niggas out ravin Where’s my niggas that I was there for when they needed me most I came quick, this ain’t the same shit Mums been a rock, dads been a broken man Ellies been an open hand Aarons my nigga he overstands Ghetts is my high when I’m sober fam Got two brothers, ones in jail The other one lost his son to cancer at 8 years old And it must be hell Kayleigh’s been a mother to my son in this fuckree world And last time I spoke to momma I told her tell God I ain’t not ready yet Sorry I can’t come as well P.S that’s his youngest girl
Too much to live for I don’t wanna miss you no Wipe your tears Face your fears for me I’ll be here for you Like you’ll be here for me
Too much to live for I don’t wanna miss you no Wipe your tears Face your fears for me I’ll be here for you Like you’ll be here for me
Fighter mode, green juices and a [?] wallet I only want a destiny that I can control I don’t feel sorry for myself anymore It’s all mind control I left it in gods hands It’s out of my control Got plans, got a life you know God damn I would like to roll so (turn up) Anywhere but dere (turn up) 22 Magnums (turn up) Your concerns don’t concern us, turn up
I ain’t the walking dead I don’t wanna live I’d rather walk instead Don’t feel sorry for me Cancer ain’t morgueing jess
They say no one survives what I got Well I’m writing this letter cause I feel like they’re writing me off Is it right is it wrong, I been righting my wrongs Gave my life to God, and I ain’t perfect still But I’m a person still, with a purpose still I got a new ting and it’s working still And a lot of my time on my hands I ain’t working still Got to go back on the chemo, thoughts in the back of my mind I wonder if it’s worth it still
Oh here we go again Go to give it a go again I’m nervous still You wouldn’t know I was terminally ill
Too much to live for I don’t wanna miss you no Wipe your tears Face your fears for me I’ll be here for you Like you’ll be here for me
Too much to live for I don’t wanna miss you no Wipe your tears Face your fears for me I’ll be here for you Like you’ll be here for me