[Verse] Black strap sticky, syrup in the flask, Pancreas whispers, it’s a secret task. Dark as a shadow where the sugar clash, Healing paradox in a teaspoon splash. Pump steady hummin', like a bassline thrum, Carbs do the math, numbers make you numb. Sweet cure bitter, call it irony’s crumb, Pancreas plays jazz, insulin drum. [Chorus] Black strap remedy, the darker the dose, Pancreas symphony, the rhythm it knows. Sweet and it heals, that’s the path it chose, Black strap remedy, where the balance flows. [Verse 2] Molasses magic, ancient in the jar, Nectar from the roots, it’s traveled far. Sweet like a secret, bitter like a scar, Fuel for the body, no insulin war. Teaspoon revolutions, small but precise, Carbs in the equation, sugar melts to ice. Pump on the ready, no need to think twice, Life’s a tightrope, balance is the price. [Chorus] Black strap remedy, the darker the dose, Pancreas symphony, the rhythm it knows. Sweet and it heals, that’s the path it chose, Black strap remedy, where the balance flows.
