Sickle Cell's got a hold On me it's fucked got Me running From the ozone freeze I can feel the trickle Of the cold on me Is nuts got me running From the potent breeze Brothers really thinking That I'm cold and sweet But the pain In the bones really Runs so deep Loving every minute Getting older please But the pain really fuckjng up The motion G's And I'm on my knees like Dr really ringing off My phone line please Like bro can you stop this Just want a day from the wars And the gossip. Pain 24's And it's mad I can't stop this Ever seen a big man laying On the floor in tears Coz the pain is really Hurting from the core Ever seen a big man laying On the stairs coz his legs Don't work and he's stuck In his thoughts Brudda I've been there It's fucked Might need a wheel chair Or a Caine cah A stroke really ain't rare Sickle cell really tried But I've been there Dug deep had to fight And I'm still here More time I don't Like all the riff raff Likkle tussle With the cells in a big scrap See I beat 2 comas mismatch Just a brother tryna Make it to big racks Locs give strength like Samson Blood transfusions Coming longer than a marathon Canny going straight in the arm It's nuts got the veins Running oh so far Been doing this since 18 Times been changed g Puffing on my trees for the sanity Smoke a little zooby for the clarity Ready for the battle g Cells come together solidarity What! I ain't on this lay lay ting See my disability never shows on skin Like bro you really know a thing If I didn't say you would Never know these things Holding in the pain at a 10 But a smile on my face While I move about Wanna watch a movie now Can't cah the pain creeping Up in the backround Realy getting damn loud Fucking up the plans now What you mean I can't roll To the function junction Cells need a punting Kick them shits To the curb never stunting Messing with my body And I'm never for the fronting Too much pain in the bones no cap Got the backstrap zooby Coming straight from the pack Smoke away the pain take A toke and then i'm gassed Cah I know when I'm fried I can definetly rap Bloods get done on a monday Tuesday 9 - 4 on a bed Either I am rapping Or i'm sleeping Or i'm showing of my daughter To the nurses That be stewing up my meds It's tiring 2 canulas in the veins bagging up Old blood realy getting shaved masacre New blood realy moving in had enough Cleaning out my body From the pain fabulous Morphine ain't tryna work So it's Fentanyl Fents getting long So I know i'll need another pill Feeling realy scared see The veins running scarce Rworried for the future And I don't know where to head Weed keeps me calm So I smoke for the freedom Weed gets prescribed So I smoke evening Worried for the future But i'm sure i'll see the season Trials coming out hope Its really giving healing