(Fast, upbeat hip-hop beat drops with a slightly manic energy)
**(Verse 1 - Fast-paced delivery, slightly frantic tone):**
Oi, check the glucose, sky high, ain't no metaphor!
Doc said "lifestyle change," I said "What the heck for?"
Got my insulin pen, lookin' like a sci-fi blaster,
Fightin' sugar levels, movin' ever faster!
But then comes Karen, with the questions and the stares,
"You people always eatin' bad," floatin' in the air!
My pancreas just quit, lady, it ain't a damn race thing!
My beta cells went AWOL, didn't hear no dog whistle sing!
**(Chorus - Even faster, slightly mocking tone):**
Spike the sugar, spike the hate, both are equally absurd!
One needs a little needle, the other a kicked curb!
My blood's a sticky situation, your prejudice is too!
So keep your dusty stereotypes, I got better things to do!
Like countin' carbs and checkin' strips, a daily funky jam,
While you're stuck on stupid notions, Uncle Kareem's your fam? (Nah!)
**(Verse 2 - Picking up speed, more sarcastic):**
"You must eat so much fried chicken!" Oh, the comedic genius!
My autoimmune system's laughin', thinkin' you're quite heinous!
My body's fightin' itself, a civil war inside,
You think it's 'cause of collard greens? Honey, your logic's died!
And when I gotta test my blood, discreetly in the store,
You clutch your purse and whisper 'bout the "problems at the core"!
The core problem's ignorance, a virus in your brain,
Needs a shot of empathy, to wash away the stain!
**(Chorus - Even faster, slightly mocking tone):**
Spike the sugar, spike the hate, both are equally absurd!
One needs a little needle, the other a kicked curb!
My blood's a sticky situation, your prejudice is too!
So keep your dusty stereotypes, I got better things to do!
Like countin' carbs and checkin' strips, a daily funky jam,
While you're stuck on stupid notions, Aunt Jemima's your clan? (Please!)
**(Bridge - Fastest pace yet, almost a rapid-fire rant):**
Ketones risin', temper flarin', both on a crazy climb!
You think my pancreas cares 'bout your outdated paradigm?
My A1C's a rollercoaster, your bigotry's a flatline of thought!
So step aside, Miss Know-It-All, your opinions ain't been bought!
This ain't about your "culture," your "history," or your "fears"!
This is about a body malfunction, and ignorin' it for years!
**(Chorus - Fastest and most manic, slightly unhinged energy):**
Spike the sugar, spike the hate, both are equally absurd! (So dumb!)
One needs a little needle, the other a kicked curb! (Get outta here!)
My blood's a sticky situation, your prejudice is too! (So sticky!)
So keep your dusty stereotypes, I got better things to do! (Way better!)
Like countin' carbs and checkin' strips, a daily funky jam! (Beep beep!)
While you're stuck on stupid notions, Flavor Flav's your sham? (Clock's tickin'!)
**(Outro - Beat fades out with a manic laugh and a final fast line):**
Yeah, diabetes and racism, the ultimate double whammy! Now excuse me, gotta inject this damn thing, BAM-MY!
CosmicGod541
