Runnin On Empty

Cant stop chasing a dream just coz I’m told, Cant stop holding onto youth while growing prematurely old, Feels like I’m 93 today although they say I’m looking fine, Wanna know why I’m not working yet, it happens all tha time But I’m all jumbled up inside, haven't got tha words, Haven't got tha energy to make myself heard, Skin like peach hiding withered fruit, tha vegetable disease with an invisible root, Dribbling and choking, unable to swallow, a rollercoaster ride from winning to wallow, A white knuckle nasty silently screaming, want to keep living, want to keep dreaming. But I cant run away from tha slow lingering death, my legs wont allow it and nor will my breath, it's my dying day 93 years old, that's how it feels when M.E takes a hold.

I took tha Ann Peebles classic & re-worked it into a rap about life with M.E to try and raise money for tha charity "Action For M.E" & it can be purchased off tha Album "Nobody wants to know ya when ya Nobody" http://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/nobody-wants-to-know-ya-when/id453894988 http://www.actionforme.org.uk/ Having survived it for 20yrs so far & counting tha only thing that gives me tha strength to keep facing tha battle is being able to make music, because via music it also allows me a platform to raise awareness of this awful illness. Then there's humour, i pretty much laugh at everything, and lets face it, its either that or cry...oh i do that too believe you me, but i try to stick to tha laughter if i can help it. I've always had a black comedy kinda sense of humour, which under tha circumstances comes in pretty handy. One particularly bad day i thought i was dying, there i was curled up on tha floor while My mum rang tha docs , and as i...