Scars,scabs,and wounds.
but their your so called goons.
only was 19 and saw his grave way to soon.
knives,guns,and raids.
one less shot and ya coulda been saved.
but all you thought about was a fresh pair of jays.
now you in peacies look like ya been shaved.
now you on life support with a fresh fade.
all because you wanted to get laid.
and you never got paid.
one arm and one leg.
with one shot straight through your head.
which one you reppin blue or red.
four kids you dont claim in never been fed.
sheriff,dogs and high speed chase.
with one slice right across your face.
what happened is blood all you taste.
juvy,prision,jail.
first degree now you going to prision with no bail.
all because you wanted to sale.
but you couldnt tell.
cause your plan felled.
now you in a cell.
5 years in still never got mail.
you wasnt wise thats why you couldnt hang.
so i guess your battle scars aint no thang.....
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