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(TapDaddyBeats Cypher submission 013022)
Meet Marcus, he has type 1 diabetes
And like others with diabetes, every day is a real struggle to churn through to the next.
I'm sure many have ailments they suffer and dwell with
But this is Marcuse's story, I'm going to let him tell it.
Marcus: I just need to feel Ok...
Chorus:
Everyday every night, follows shock an surprise
(Time passes)
This body that hosts my soul it also Plots my demise
I'm getting older, my bones hurt Somehow I survive
(Older you know)
With wretched diabetic genetics I don't know how I'm alive
Everyday every night, follows shock an surprise
(I don't know how I'm going to make it)
This body that hosts my soul it also Plots my demise
I'm getting older, my bones hurt Somehow I survive
(Older bones, a smiling face are vacant)
With wretched diabetic genetics I don't know how I'm alive
Verse 1:
I only think about it 25 hours a day/
How to keep my biological balance from outer space/
When I wake up to elevated numbers "wow" that's great/
For the next 3 hours my brain's running cloudy and drained/
I inject medication through a syringe to counter the strain/
Of this free loading pancreas that never helps out with the range
Every day it's a bout to maintain levels while its insane
The American healthcare system is a palpable shame
You see, I don't follow a diet, it's a way of life I live/
If I don't kick carbs and sugars I die it is just what the cycle is/
A downward spiral, Mark doesn't get to Retirement/
In 19 years I'm benched mired and denied my Kid-/
neys where the rest of my days I'm tethered to dialysis/
Where I'm only tired all the time, my analysis/
the reason the word even starts with Dia now is this
You're at the end of your road of life with your mileage spent
You've unwound your mortal coil, the twine been clipped/
You have to understand I don't want a bite of your sandwich
Because I'll have to insulin up, it'll disrupt what I manage
I wish you could see from my vantage to understand it
But you can't, at-least keep my prosthetic leg after they amp it
And I'm dead in the ground where my only companionship is affection of maggots
Sorry if that went a little melancholy, we've got another verse...
Cheer up...
Verse 2:
Longitude or latitude couldn't map my erratic moods/
Wake up in a panic due to my Glucose is in the can, I move/
Down The stairs grab the handle you've gotta' hit the kitchen pantry soon/
My body is shivering dripping in sweat in immanent death as I crash the room/
Acting off instinct an animal, sort of similar to An abandoned wolf/
who'll gnaw off his very own hand & foot,
to free himself from the trap and book
I'm Grabbing Bananas and candy load, packing glucose, into my mandible/
Just Waiting for it to kick in like an antidote
Should probably insulin again to cancel the o-
verload, I've never tried any dose of crack or coke/
But withdraws from having lows I imagine that its close/10
Meanwhile I'm standing disrobed in my underwear Manic opposed
Did I mention my mother in laws in the room apropos/
(Camera pans swish)
You ok son?
Uhhh.... (look down, walk out of scene)
Outro:
When the Doctor told me the prognosis of/
Diabetic it hit like Nagasaki/ Hiroshima /
Of my immediate family, those I love,/
who else would draw this straw of high glucose in blood?
None, Thankfully, I'm the only one/
Kick rocks genetics. The Randall strand of diabetes dies with me!
You don't end me, I end you!
