im sittin here with a crucial headache, stomache queezy, and backaches/
feeling like im on cloud nine and i cant think clearly//
it's a only a head cold im sick of it/
everytime//
pplz im talking to be predictin them false signs/
they just insane/
i cant just deal with that ignorance mayne//
i need the non-fiction, forensic in my pissin/
to determine what i got that others keep missin//
with my conscience common sense ill wing the head cold,
starve the cold and feed the fever/
plus with astma it's crucial when i take a breather//
this medicine aint workin deeply/
tryin to knock me out, but the remedy aint doing it strictly//
~i dont feel well ~
