James Bevan Poet Rhyme

If cancer were money!

If cancer were money

Yo,
If cancer were money,
Then I'd be rich!
Got stacks of agony and life's a .
Thinkin' it's the cancer, but nah, it's the real cash,
Agony's my currency and it's runnin' like a rash.

It's like snot to a nose,
yeah that 's real runny,
Or a sun that's wide and open,
Man we love it when it's sunny.
Bees without a hive,
damn,
where they make their honey,
Life's a twisted game,
Wishing I'm stackin' up the money.

Pain's my bankroll,
stackin' bills of disrepair,
In the hood of sickness,
but I'm livin' on a prayer.
Money like the cancer,
spreadin' everywhere,
Feelin' like I'm chokin' and gaspin' for air.

Bank account of pain,
overflowin' with sorrow,
Livin' for today and i'm prayin' for tomorrow.
Agony's my wealth,
in the mirror it reflects,
But I'm fightin' every day,
never knowin' what's next.

It's like snot to a nose,
yeah that 's real runny,
Or a sun that's wide and open,
Man we love it when it's sunny.
Bees without a hive,
damn,
where they make their honey,
Life's a twisted game,
Wishing I'm stackin' up the money.

If cancer were money,
I'd be the king of the cash,
Livin' in this agony,
got a pocket full of trash.
But I'm fightin' every moment,
with every living breath,
In this game of life,
I'm chasin' down my death!

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