Asthma written by ThosB Asthma is the worst thing in the world You run around and play a little football After that I’m sittin down on the sideline lookin like a girl If I keep on playing the fastest way to get around is to crawl When I do anything I end up coughing up a lung I run up the stairs and feel like I’m gunna fall It’s like I have no advatages being young In a long distance run, I use to outrun them all There is no use playing hide and seek I use to to think I was good at playing the game But after I run for three seconds I start to squeak Every time I try it’s just the same Chorus: Why did God invent this disease called Asthma? I wonder sometimes... Did he do it maybe so everyone could catch ya? I think he’s messin’ with our minds That’s one thing I don’t know But what I do know, is that, he loves us so What it comes down to I need to get in shape Yes, you know it’s true I’m becoming squishy like a grape I dont know what to do Im like immune to my inhaler All the sudden im on the ground turing green and blue Before I know it, I feel like im gunna spew I think im just gunna start drinking the stuff You can probly die from that But i can take it, I’m tough ©2002 TravTom Wilchard Productions