In my youth I've been regrettably reckless
I guess it's because I had a tendency to be selfish
It led to me becoming dependent, basically helpless
My wellness, never mind the percentages; forget it
Elders tried to warn me of this situation here
And now they all disappear, left me full of fear
Everyday I gotta fingerprint and drain to hear
That life expectancy is shortening, to make it clear
Wait for the doctors to come up with something
Mixing handfuls of chemicals to pump 'em in me monthly
Mesothelioma got me clutching my stomach
Size of my heart is decreasing
As for the bitches, don't love 'em
And all the chemotherapy will not be radiating nothing
My lungs got the feeling of duct tape combusting
A sizeable tumor that was believed to be malignant
Chest pains and my deep cough could've ripped it
They tell me all these pills help the treatment of my symptoms
I threw the pills across the room and told the nurse to get 'em (Bitch!)
Laying in my bed from sunrise to dusk
As I'm watching the days go by, I turn to dust
Ain't even took a regular shower in like a month
They soak me with the sponge but it doesn't help the musk
Religion I don't trust, just look at where it landed me
Turned me into something that my family can't stand to see
All the doctors tolerate my openness candidly
On my final day bet I'll be bloated like a manatee
Shit man, I got all these short ass beats
Alright, what we got next?
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In my youth I've been regrettably reckless
I guess it's because I had a tendency to be selfish
It led to me becoming dependent, basically helpless
My wellness, never mind the percentages; forget it
Elders tried to warn me of this situation here
And now they all disappear, left me full of fear
Everyday I gotta fingerprint and drain to hear
That life expectancy is shortening, to make it clear
Wait for the doctors to come up with something
Mixing handfuls of chemicals to pump 'em in me monthly
Mesothelioma got me clutching my stomach
Size of my heart is decreasing
As for the bitches, don't love 'em
And all the chemotherapy will not be radiating nothing
My lungs got the feeling of duct tape combusting
A sizeable tumor that was believed to be malignant
Chest pains and my deep cough could've ripped it
They tell me all these pills help the treatment of my symptoms
I threw the pills across the room and told the nurse to get 'em (Bitch!)
Laying in my bed from sunrise to dusk
As I'm watching the days go by, I turn to dust
Ain't even took a regular shower in like a month
They soak me with the sponge but it doesn't help the musk
Religion I don't trust, just look at where it landed me
Turned me into something that my family can't stand to see
All the doctors tolerate my openness candidly
On my final day bet I'll be bloated like a manatee
Shit man, I got all these short ass beats
Alright, what we got next?
I guess it's because I had a tendency to be selfish
It led to me becoming dependent, basically helpless
My wellness, never mind the percentages; forget it
Elders tried to warn me of this situation here
And now they all disappear, left me full of fear
Everyday I gotta fingerprint and drain to hear
That life expectancy is shortening, to make it clear
Wait for the doctors to come up with something
Mixing handfuls of chemicals to pump 'em in me monthly
Mesothelioma got me clutching my stomach
Size of my heart is decreasing
As for the bitches, don't love 'em
And all the chemotherapy will not be radiating nothing
My lungs got the feeling of duct tape combusting
A sizeable tumor that was believed to be malignant
Chest pains and my deep cough could've ripped it
They tell me all these pills help the treatment of my symptoms
I threw the pills across the room and told the nurse to get 'em (Bitch!)
Laying in my bed from sunrise to dusk
As I'm watching the days go by, I turn to dust
Ain't even took a regular shower in like a month
They soak me with the sponge but it doesn't help the musk
Religion I don't trust, just look at where it landed me
Turned me into something that my family can't stand to see
All the doctors tolerate my openness candidly
On my final day bet I'll be bloated like a manatee
Shit man, I got all these short ass beats
Alright, what we got next?
Writer: Edward Wescovich
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