Verse 1 I clocked in fresh, coffee strong, feeling kinda brave, Then the doc slid paper like, “Good luck, you’ll be okay.” Ink doing parkour, letters on the run, Is that a P or 7 or a snake having fun? Looks like hieroglyphs from 1402, I swear this prescription just blinked at me too. I tilt it left, I tilt it right, Hold it up to the light like, “God, please help tonight.” Pre-Chorus Is that “take twice daily” or “feed to a goat”? Why the dosage doing cursive yoga poses though? Chorus The struggle is real, this pen had no chill, Doctor handwriting got me questioning my skills. Is it meds or a spell? Is it Latin? Who can tell? I’m one squiggly line away from calling Yale. Yeah, the struggle is real, I’m decoding the deal, Playing CSI: Pharmacy Edition for real. If I read this wrong, it’s not my fault, I swear— Your handwriting fighting the healthcare system, fair and square. Verse 2 I typed it slow, like “okay… maybe… possibly,” Auto-correct tapped out like, “Don’t involve me.” Asked a coworker like, “You speak doctor, right?” They squinted once and said, “Yeah… nah. Good luck tonight.” I phone the office, put on my calm voice, “Hi, quick question, just need a little choice— Is this ‘milligrams’ or ‘milliliters’ today?” They said, “Oh yeah, that’s obvious.” Sir… it is not, okay? Pre-Chorus That signature alone deserves parole, Why your name look like it tripped and lost its soul? Chorus The struggle is real, this pen had no chill, Doctor handwriting got me questioning my skills. Is it meds or a spell? Is it Latin? Who can tell? I’m one squiggly line away from calling Yale. Yeah, the struggle is real, I’m decoding the deal, Playing CSI: Pharmacy Edition for real. If I read this wrong, it’s not my fault, I swear— Your handwriting fighting the healthcare system, fair and square. Bridge Dear doctors, we love you, you save lives, that’s true, But your penmanship’s beefing with the rest of the crew. Print it, type it, carrier pigeon—anything goes, Just stop writing prescriptions like a seismograph froze. Final Chorus Yeah, the struggle is real, every shift, every day, Me vs. cursive that refuses to behave. If I crack this code, put a badge on my chest, ‘Cause reading doctor handwriting? FBI-level test. Outro Clocking out tired, brain fried, eyes crossed, Beat the handwriting boss… but at what cost?
