| Feels like I can’t wake up, still I’ve gotta fight
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| Living out scenes from my nightmares horror-like
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| Quarantine, hobble 'cause I’ve got 'em weak
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| Stabbing at my veins trying to find what is wrong with me
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| Heart torn as I’m sitting in isolation
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| Fight is fading, energy dulled by the medication
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| Looking for inspiration, an impatient patient
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| Losing my lust for picture painting
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| When the facts are so ugly why frame it?
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| I try tame it, but undeniable pain and physical got me
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| Losing my conscience as I sit in the lobby distant and foggy
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| IV after IV blurred my thinking
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| A first then a second then a third opinion
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| But how am I supposed to take it in when I can barely say to him I feel shit
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| tryna regain my faith again?
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| Start to wake up, fight returns to me
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| Friends, loved ones and their kind words to me
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| It’s like a dodged a bullet and rehabilitated now I’ve gotta pay attention
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| No more living bacon, or in a way that is harmful
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| Gotta lead by example
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| To activate the positive energy it inflates love
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| No more hate struck, channel aggression and keep my face up
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| Slow down before you damage yourself
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| Why you love all the things that are bad for your health?
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| Gotta take care and manage it well
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| You ain’t indestructible with your arrogant self |