Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight
My parents can't afford health, we make too much for medicaid,
Poor, working-class enclaves who can't afford health care,
It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair
Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears
But intsead of doing what helps- n' in turn losing my health
Since i was left with no hope
If skill was health you'd be on coke
Sell his soul to devil to take away b.i.g's health
Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz
Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow
I will do anything to remain in good health but this is now,
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.
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