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[verse 1: paris]
on the stretcher, under pressure
the sensation of the slugs in my body is still fresh in me
mama is stressin’ me
in the ambulance readin’ me genesis 1 or 7, i only remembered half of that
as i blacked out, p-ssed out
woke up in general with nurses pullin’ my oxygen mask out
i’m ready to smash out, but i can’t walk, can’t talk
morphine drip, draining my train of thought, distraught
weed and patron to make you get loose
ran my mouth to the wrong n-ggas and they let loose
let they tec shoot, smith and wess’ hit the set, hit with death
hit my chest, clipped my breath, then they jet, d-mn
and just like menace, my n-ggas visit, revenge intended
to go to who gave it, and give it
give ‘em the business, wanna see they brains hang
never thought i meant it, that i’d be going through the same thing

[hook: t-k.a.s.h.]
all i wanna do is feel better
but the red, white, and blue they got it set up
so the doctors and the nurses ain’t there for us
unless they working with the county welfare for us
just basketball, alcohol, and jail for us
and a funky -ss mr. access healthcare for us
in the hood we don’t pay no attention
cause it’s just another way for you to bury us, uh come on

[verse 2: paris]
yeah, it’s time to check out, get out, before i leave
signed paperwork, paying the cash out
prescribing me paink!llers and fluids to clean my flesh out
they told me copay with my provider is the best route
what the f-ck is “copay with my provider” and sh-t?
f-ck you mean if i don’t pay, you ain’t supplyin’ me sh-t?
what the f-ck is health coverage? i don’t go to work
“b-tch, i’m in these streets” i’m yellin’ up at the clerk, it’s nothin’
six g’s i pulled outta my pocket
and from a ten-grand hospital bill, they docked it
no diploma, no employment, no insurance, no benefits
no medicine, no better than when they let me in
i turn to mama, but mama ain’t got a job
she’s smokin’ her d-mn self, that’s why i’m up in the mob
my n-ggas be stackin’ money, but n-ggas be actin’ funny
when i call to see what’s up on the hundred for my recovery

[interlude]
(phone ringing)
(yeah) h-llo?
(yeah) yeah, i’m a boss in the game
(hmm) tryin’ to get my insurance on
(get your insurance on?) get my insurance on
(phone hangs up)
h-llo? man, this motherf-cker hung up the phone

[verse 3: paris]
and i ain’t feelin’ right
no prescription, no medication, so i ain’t healin’ right
when i walk, i limp and my shoulders is still stiff at night
tried to get a job, they tellin’ me ninety days
i be blazed to evade the pain, mental and physical
takin’ h-lla aspirin, shakin’ h-lla bad
when i asked the people up in walmart about it
made me lift my shirt and show ‘em the damage, i can’t ignore it
they squirm like mama did, and tell me see a doctor for it
but i can’t afford it
it cost money and i got it, but i can’t report it
and i got to pay the ambulance, they mailed a notice
another thug life side effect, i failed to notice
this health insurance is some cold sh-t

- paris rap

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