Side Effect - 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, passed 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 niggas 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, damn

And just like menace, my niggas 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

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 ass 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

Yeah, it’s time to check out, get out, before I leave

Signed paperwork, paying the cash out

Prescribing me painkillers and fluids to clean my flesh out

They told me copay with my provider is the best route

What the fuck is «copay with my provider» and shit?

Fuck you mean if I don’t pay, you ain’t supplyin' me shit?

What the fuck is health coverage?

I don’t go to work

«Bitch, 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 damn self, that’s why I’m up in the mob

My niggas be stackin' money, but niggas be actin' funny

When I call to see what’s up on the hundred for my recovery

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 ass 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

(Phone ringing)

(Yeah) Hello?

(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)

Hello?

Man, this motherfucker hung up the phone

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' hella aspirin, shakin' hella 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 shit