Remission Lyrics

Crohn's Disease

I slumped over coming home from school

Stomach hurting what I do

So broken when I heard the news

Stomach disease they were struggling to find a treatment

I was feeling down but I know somehow I'm gon' beat it

Chicken broth for six months will leave you so defeated

I'm not supposed to but you leave your food around me

I'm gon' eat it

Mike you were always there for me

I'm bout to cry at night

I thought you left but when I woke up you were by my side

Mario Kart green shells banana pills

Hello Eric I'm your doctor

You have pain have a pill

Your stomach will be fine

Surely we'll take care of it

But for now take this button

Press it and morphine will drip

98 pounds I'm withering away

I'm hopeful for the future

But for now I'm focused on today

98 pounds I'm withering away

I'm hopeful for the future

But for now I'm focused on today

The day that I got out that mug I was so depressed

Taking 30 pills a day will have you feeling stressed

You just want your life to end and I know it don't make sense

How am I supposed to make some friends when I don't want to make no friends

God above show yourself

If Catholic way the only way

Then how come I don't know myself

I'm scared to go to hell

Four hours daily on my knees

Holding beads praying rosaries

Hoping someone notice me

Anxious kid hopping in and out

Relationships suppressing his emotions

Only focus is to make a friend

Intestines are not working

I'm just working on these burdens

Working 9 to 5 to divert attention from certain urges

I'm hurting no one hears me

Felt a lot of pain today

Who am I

Maybe suicide will take this all away

I'm hurting no one hears me

Felt a lot of pain today

Who am I

Maybe suicide will take this all away

Fast forward

Holy Spirit fully living

Crohn's disease in remission

Wifey dogs in the kitchen

I don't get it

But maybe I'm not supposed to

And just accept the blessing

God I bind blind eyes

Anxiety and all depression

From everyone I come in contact with

I know you copped that whip

Money don't make you rich, no

This my praise song to the Holy One

Lift your hands on high for all He's done

They been asking me how I'm doing

I'm Texas living, I'm eating good

Did some renovations, didn't need no training

Just go to YouTube and type it in

This my life when I hyphen it

I am just writing it

I get the bill then I file it

Me and the wifey go out to the store

Without a plan, we ain't coming home

Expressly Lowe's

I'm on a roll

I gotta go

Thank you to Mammaya Athamma

Gave me the gold, woah

Man that's a wrap

You know this Crohn's disease got nothing on me

I give all the praise and glory

To The One who wrote my story