'SICK'

(Written in hospital, out of head on oramorph  and clonazepam so sorry if rusty)

10/08/2020
‘Sick'

I’m ‘sick’ with my lyrics,
‘Sick' in my rhymes,
Not through mine,
 but others eyes,
It’s just the fact that....

I’m ‘sick' with this shit health.
Killing me softly not,
Got me dangling,
Strangling,
With a noose on a rope,
Somehow In stealth.
Nothing can cure me,
Nothing can help,
Doesn’t matter If poor,
Or pockets stacked with wealth.

So yeah,
I’m ‘Sick’ in everyway,
‘Sick to the bone,
Sick yet stoned,
Battery number 1,
Each and every day.
When will it end,
And simply,
Get sick itself,
And say bye someday?
I’ll tell you,
 You’ve to be strong willed,
Just to live,
My life,
My way...

Sick and stoned,
Having to now eat,
Stopping smoking the reefer.
No more rolling rizla,
With a roach,
‘N’ end like a twister.
No more bongs,
For now,
Till I’m rid,
A 2nd type of lung cancer.

Give me a hit back,
Someone challenge me,
Lyrically. 
I ain’t that hard to beat bruv,
Your just gonna have to waste me,
On second thoughts get that out ya head,
Nobody can do that,
As all you’ll get,
Is a taste of me,
My ‘sickness' ain’t catching,
But rhythmically,
Cynically,
It’ll be you in the both,
Not ‘Charlie’s’
But 6 feet deep,
Leaving you in ‘my' coffin,
Even though it’s me the one,
Deep inside,
Where my sickness sleeps and resides.
But I’ve taken its reigns,
To give me strength and power,
To live on through my rhyme.,
I’m as ‘sick' as can be,
Then why not also lyrically.
People say I’m symbolic,
Giving me the urge to write,
And could do so eternally ,
It doesn’t matter I’m ‘sick',
As I’ll still be writing,
As long as there’s still breath in me.
Can’t  you see,
I can’t be beat,
So be like the crowd,
As you’re not needed,
Go take a seat.
Your life is all shoddy,
Where as mine,
Good or bad,
I’ve got my 3 boys,
So life couldn’t be more sweet.
Just drop your mic,
And Know when to accept defeat!