Bring it

Bring your sick

And the winding of my lining

With all them cysts…

I”d rather die by oldage oldage

Or having kids…

Do forgive

But I ain’t no one death bitch…

I’d rather die by death bed, best friend

Weapon, laptop, rap rock, stop watch

Back stock, detox………

I want it…

Of the face

Of the arm

I want it…

Of brave…

Cancer come on…

I want it…

Of the hope…

Of the song…

I want it…

Of the quote

Cancer come on…

So lets say I get this sick

That’s all the rage and anthem with

These filthy rich ex-presidents

Then will they let me in the Franklin Mint…

So I might swim, in all that gold…

Till my immune system folds

One white blood cell at a time

And one by one, your health is un-done…

And I won

When I get it first