Battle Scars

Scars of new

And maybe the old

Got diamonds on my neck

Chains made outta gold

Broken down and beaten up

But my spirit still holds

Now I play the Roosevelt and I cop Rose

yeah yeah i cop the rose

oh you cop my manner, thats a no no

i got scares on my body from my head to my toes

Aint gatta care in the world cuz im not growin' old

Im not a prize on the shelf, no i cant be sold

Im expensive you broke Im made outta gold,

yeah it run through my viens cuz my doc told

Im masterpiece and you a joke

 

ooo ooo ooooh

this aint ever ganna change

im right its not a dibate

This is me

and this is my fate

cuz my battle scars are proof im livin'

from the back of my head to the tip of my toes, i know the feelin'

but its okay cuz i get back up

i could do it all day

do it in my sleep

cuz all my haters aint got nun on me

and you can try again

but sometimes to win you gatta cheat

the answer wont ever be defeat

 

this book got a cover

it got gems

it got rubies

but not a lotta silver

Stuck in real life

man i cant get any realer

 

It's apparent you're transparent, you're fake

i dont know if its sum i can take

Cause tears falling down make me ache

headache, heartbreak, and i hate how i fade

cant shake, im awake till the next day

oooh ooooh

 

cant fake these scars

cant fake my pain

it wont tear me apart

wont rain on my parade

cuz im always okay

 

cant fake these scars

cant fake my pain

it wont tear me apart

wont rain on my parade

cuz im always okay

 

my battle scars define me