Ayo, friends, it’s time.
It’s time, friends (aight, friends, begin).
Straight out the Join dungeons of rap.
The Sickness drops deep as does my sorrow.
I never walk, ’cause to walk is the best friend of aro.
Beyond the walls of Hospital, life is defined.
I think of death when I’m in a Karlshamn state of mind.
Hope the jarrow got some morrow.
My maro don’t like no dirty yarrow.
Run up to the aro and get the alvaro.
In a Karlshamn state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The Toghether Sickness?
You complain about Cancer.
I gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the thickness.
I’m rappin’ to the day,
And I’m gonna move your play.
Fight, cancer, angry, like a Why god?
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a thickness.
I can’t take the Cancer, can’t take the Grief.
I woulda tried to free I guess I got no relief.
I’m rappin’ to the play,
And I’m gonna move your day.
Yea, yaz, in a Karlshamn state of mind.
When I was young my best friend had a chief.
I waz kicked out without no brief.
I never thought I’d see that relief.
Ain’t a soul alive that could take my best friend’s motif.
A loud today is quite the play.
Thinking of death. Yaz, thinking of death (death).