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Lyrics
What’ll it take for you to see the scars inside these bars/
Inside the eyes of this boy when he cries to the lord/
Inside the lines of the rhymes of the stories that ive told/
When I was blind to my own thoughts and hope was unknown/
Ill paint the picture for you, look at what ive illustrated/
The way hate and fate are destined to be forever related/
start with a clean slate, lookin at a blank page/
usin words and phrases as colors to display the shades of my rage/
try and describe this picture i don’t need a thousand words/
All I need to make a masterpiece is 16 bars of one verse/
My lungs hurt cuz I put so much into creating flows/
showin the truth to those who think they know but they don’t /
I expose my soul containing the pain and the struggle/
filled with despair that this mirror reflects nothing but this trouble/
I plug in the headphones and make tha track my heart beat/
Combine my soul with the music I hear around me/
ive got Nothing to live for, it makes my soul cry more/
so I try to find some reason for me to die for/
I don’t sleep but these verses show you I still dream/
My words’ll live on through my music even if you kill me/
tha words I speak are chains that change the composition of/
the person I think I am inside, made up of stronger stuff/
livin’s tough, gotta hold a nine to have some peace of mind/
peace and crime, hand you slugs to give you a piece of mine/
Actions speak louder than words, so everything I do/
I say first then blast tha volume to scream it at you/
Maybe tha devil chose me to speak through/
or was it god who gave me these eyes to see truth/
On one hand, I could decide to forget and move on/
But the memories have been burned in my soul for too long/
in the other hand I grip a clip and slip it into tha heat/
Ready to fight, and make sure they never forget me/
if death is the end, then whats the start of this story/
this tale of pain and suffering, of tragedy and glory/
my life in paperback, these words ill never take em back/
theres even danger from the nike check on my bag/
and yet I fear nothing, if the swoosh changes to a slash/
then in a flash I flip the script and turn the check to cash/
imagine what I envision, you see everything you’re missin/
find what lies underneath, I speak to clear up your vision/
Ive spent 15 years wishin for 15 minutes of fame/
Not knowin that this game would take 15 years of pain/
I don’t know, how should I be feeling/
When the wounds don’t close up, the scars are never healin/
So if I die quicker, its the sooner ill be remembered/
Even in death ill fight, My title will be defended/
and now I rise up to the doors of heaven and start knockin/
still I wonder how long itll take until im forgotten/