MedTeck.

When the doctors in the hospital

said I had cancer
my brother called
and I had to answer
 

I told him about the disease
and heard him cry
he was quiet
than said goodbye
 

I lay there on the bed
hoping to be cured
I hoped and hoped
that my body would once again, be pure
 

The doctors came in
with needles in their hands
than one of them
shouted out commands
 

They put me to sleep
hoping I would feel no pain
just so they could
cure my brain
 

When I woke up
I felt anew
the doctors were smiling
but they didn’t know, what I had to go through
 

I had four months of pain
and a year of no sleep
my brain was in anguish
my thoughts in a heap
 

I was cured
but I still had to pay
just because
this is North America, where I stay.
 

I spent the rest of my life
living on the streets
penny less and no home
scouring for eats
 

Just because
I had cancer