Jess Song - Ghetts

6 months of pains in my leg

Went to the GP and they gave me the same thing again

Painkillers ain’t killing the pain though

And every visit I take notes

They never listen what do they know

It’s just alright now I need an MRI

Seven weeks and it’s finally scan time

I’m getting weak I ain’t tryna be flat line

I got friends I never need on stand by

The results are in I received its a landmine

Lookin' in the mirror like you can’t die yet

Kind of news that you can’t digest, you can’t digest

We me, why not she, now I need a CT and biopsy

Baby father tried drop me, things became harder for me and my offspring

Crying on a hard shoulder, osteosarcoma

For anyone don’t know, sounds like I need a heart donor

But I been diagnosed with a cancer that you won’t find in most

But it’s inside my bones i hope they find an antidote or an answer

And they talkin amputation, no more standing ovations

Overstand what I’m saying

How can a 3 year old hold my hand through this mayhem

Too much to live for

I don’t wanna miss you no

Wipe your tears

Face your fears for me

I’ll be here for you

Like you’ll be here for me

Let me paint this picture, portrait for the people

4 days on chemo

Fuck this I need weed tho

Hair loss, feels like it was torn off

Only saw my reflection when tears dropped

Never looked in the mirror for a month

I say I’m a 10 on a normal day, but here what

Today

Now it’s time for my leg operation

But by now it’s in my lungs, that’s the next complication

I got to speak to my son, that’s the next conversation

It’s hard being a mum, with death confirmation

Back on the chemo it’s not working though

No one wants to work when its work involved

I’m looking for other solutions, google

Got my internets working slow

Now everyone say im giving up

Coming off chemo, I dont give a fuck

Where’s my niggers out ravin

Where’s my niggers that I was there for when they needed me most

I came quick, this ain’t the same shit

Mums been a rock, dads been a broken man

Ellies been an open hand

Aarons my nigga he overstands

Ghetts is my high when I’m sober fam

Got two brothers, ones in jail

The other one lost his son to cancer at 8 years old

And it must be hell

Kayleigh’s been a mother to my son in this fuckree world

And last time i spoke to momma

I told her tell god i ain’t not ready yet

Sorry i can’t come as well

P.S that’s his youngest girl

Too much to live for

I don’t wanna miss you no

Wipe your tears

Face your fears for me

I’ll be here for you

Like you’ll be here for me

Fighter mode, green juices and a wallet

I only want a destiny that I can control

I don’t feel sorry for myself anymore

It’s all mind control

I left it in gods hands

It’s out of my control

Got plans, got a life you know

God damn I would like to roll so (turn up)

Anywhere but dere (turn up)

22 Magnums (turn up)

Your concerns don’t concern us, turn up

I ain’t the walking dead

I don’t wanna live

I’d rather walk instead

Don’t feel sorry for me

Cancer ain’t morgueing jess

They say no one survives what I got

Well I’m writing this letter cause I feel like they’re writing me off

Is it right is it wrong, I been righting my wrongs

Gave my life to god, and I ain’t perfect still

But I’m a person still, with a purpose still

I got a new ting and it’s working still

And a lot of my time on my hands I ain’t working still

Got to go back on the chemo, thoughts in the back of my mind

I wonder if it’s worth it still

Oh here we go again

Go to give it a go again

I’m nervous still

You wouldn’t know I was terminally ill

Too much to live for

I don’t wanna miss you no

Wipe your tears

Face your fears for me

I’ll be here for you

Like you’ll be here for me