Walked in the clinic, got a bracelet on my wrist,
Chemo drip swingin' like it made the guest list.
Yellow in my eyes, yellow tint on my skin,
Jaundice got me lookin' like I dipped in a gin.
Ferritin low, got the energy of a ghost,
Tryna climb the stairs feelin' like I ran the coast.
Hair fallin' out every time I touch my head,
Wake up in the morning, find another strand dead.
But I sat through the freeze, scalp colder than the Arctic,
Paxman cap tight, science-fiction, futuristic.
Tryna save a little hair, keep a little pride,
While the chemo and my body got a feud goin' inside.
I don't give a fuck, nah, not today,
Got a hundred weird symptoms and I'm still okay.
Yellow skin glowin', mouth full of sores,
Kickin' down the hospital's revolving doors.
I don't give a fuck, let the bad days talk,
Fatigue got me crawlin' but I still take a walk.
Life threw a punch, I threw one back harder,
Still standin' right here, middle finger to the drama.
Mouth sores burn every sip that I take,
Water feels spicy and my lips wanna break.
Got butt acne too, yeah, that's rude as hell,
Body makin' side quests nobody would sell.
Liver took a hit, enzymes climbin' the chart,
Doctors read numbers while I'm playin' my part.
Tired all day, like my battery's gone,
Need a nap after wakin' up and puttin' shoes on.
But Crystal got the clippers, Tammi got the style,
Turned a cancer haircut into somethin' worthwhile.
Buzzed it down clean, looked myself in the glass,
Said, "Damn, if we're doin' this, we're doin' it with class."
I don't give a fuck, nah, not today,
Got a hundred weird symptoms and I'm still okay.
Yellow skin glowin', mouth full of sores,
Kickin' down the hospital's revolving doors.
I don't give a fuck, let the bad days talk,
Fatigue got me crawlin' but I still take a walk.
Life threw a punch, I threw one back harder,
Still standin' right here, middle finger to the drama.
Needles, scans, blood draws, paperwork stacks,
Everybody got opinions, got advice, got facts.
Meanwhile I'm just livin', one day at a time,
Turnin' every ugly symptom into another rhyme.
Yellow skin fade, hair might come back,
Ferritin rise, get some strength in the tank.
Till then I'm ridin' through the storm unfazed,
A little beat-up maybe, but I'm not erased.
Crystal and Tammi got me lookin' alright,
Paxman on my head like a crown in the fight.
Chemo took a swing, but here's the summary:
I'm still me, motherfucker—that's the victory. 🎤
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