When the pain first started I could hardly notice,
My right arm, a slight harm, but I was largely focused.
I couldn't, I wouldn't let it impede on my speed motion,
Deep Devotion, Day one All I needed was three Motrin.
I got to the deep thinking, and the speculation,
Then the confusion, jumped conclusions with no hesitation.
Musta' slept on it wrong, or worked for way to long.
The pain ain't gone, just getting worse, its way to strong.
I fight back, strap on an ice pack and go to work,
'Cause when the rent's due landlords are known to go berserk.
And I am no fool, y'all know that I'm old school, brethren,
So with an injured arm I engineered a Pro Tools session.
What could I be facing, is it shoulder dislocation?
I was afraid, straight up and down, that's not a misquotation.
When day one was done, and I slept and snored,
On a scale of one to ten, my pain rated less than four.
It took five days to find out that I had cancer.
It was five days that I looked to find an answer.
It took five days to find out that I had cancer.
These are the five days that I prayed, while I had cancer.
Day two, I wake up, pain un-tolerable.
I mean that type that makes you cry despite what's un-honorable.
More drama, seems like it's always something,
But I stay positive instead of spending all day bumming.
But the pain was so insane, it had me bugging all bugs out.
My luck had just run out, I could do nothing but just shout.
By day three, not much would aid me well,
Soo I went to the ER in ATL
The doctor tried to diagnose it, but was totally wrong,
So he prescribed some pain-killers that were supposed to be strong.
Day four, no pain I've ever felt has plagued me more,
It might be the same disease my brother had in '84.
Is it Bursistis, or Osteo Mialitus?
I don't know what I got, but I know that my life is priceless.
By the time I tried to go to sleep, my chances were bleak,
This is how fast it had advanced in only half of a week.
It took five days to find out that I had cancer.
It was five days that I looked to find an answer.
It took five days to find out that I had cancer.
These are the five days that I prayed, while I had cancer.
On day five I find out, but I don't like the answer,
X-rays showed that I might have a type of cancer.
So what's next? Every medical test possible.
My cousin Dennis helped get me placed in the best hospital.
I didn't know which cancer could be more or less probable,
But I knew that chemotherapy would be my next obstacle.
The rest of day five was spend by making appointments,
Including one for surgery, which was a major annoyance.
They did a biopsy, which came back malignant,
I was devastated, this even was cataclysmic.
Now I could give up all hope, but nope, not me,
I've been to places so dangerous that most cops flee.
So you see, I'm not afraid and I ain't choosing despair,
Not even if I'm nauseous all day and loosing my hair.
In only three days my chemo treatments start, I've heard.
But either way I've got the heart to make it, mark my word.
It took five days to find out that I had cancer.
It was five days that I looked to find an answer.
It took five days to find out that I had cancer.
These are the five days that I prayed, while I had cancer.
