Say a prayer and hope that the poor can find health care,
Please, just peep the crystal method where
To you it was about wealth and your dying health
Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears
That's real, never been the kind for some mental health
When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz
Sell his soul to devil to take away b.i.g's health
So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself
Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire
Poor, working-class enclaves who can't afford health care,
I think i'm koko b. ware, you just a bird babe
My parents can't afford health, we make too much for medicaid,
The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf
Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health
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