to the edge? Lookout out to the setting sun The brink of your vision Eternal youth is the landscape of a lie The cracks of my skin can prove as the years
world of pain, under the knife see our bodies grow frail, ravaged by disease my heart grows weak, and there's nothing to cure the pain or to heal my scars
this environment's cruel Fuck it, this what I decided to do Started stealing anything I could move Now I'm thirteen, with something to prove Buddha hit
up in Norway To the Detroit player Gators in Moreys With me its not just bars and music I walk with God I have the scares to prove it,ugh (Jesus Walks
a homocidal of unnecessary We be drinkin' royal wine, pumpin' wine berries I never drink the blood of Mary, ya ass don't scare me The enemy is my worst
I know I could prove I was right Led the others to dual So, I could help save my school My confidence was too strong to bend I had to prove good would
Right Right Right Right Left Right Right Right Right Left Right Right Right Marchin On We'll have the days we break And we'll have the scars to prove
right left right, Right, right, right, right left right, Right, right, We?re marching on. We?ll have the days we break, And we?ll have the scars to prove
: you had all of them on your side, didn't you? you believe in all your lies, didn't you? the ruiner's got a lot to prove he's got nothing to lose and
Talking bout don't even think of it, I can't even touch it, Baby be patient Imma give it to you when you can prove, Prove yourself worthy (well) Well
its forfeit it Blocks is hot, feel the shot from fourth/fifth it With no regard for your boulevard, just the shit bag and bullet scar It's the Riddler
I don't believe this time [Chorus] Would you look at me now? Can you tell I'm a man? With these scars on my wrists To prove I'll try again Try to die
ve got the scars to prove it. They strengthen me. Can't show regret, nothing to say. This world never wanted me. Suffer, to return harder. I've got the scars to prove
it again nigga I know you won't never will these niggaz lit on my friend And mista scare crow bitch nigga you ain't got to lie You just a scared ho Nigga
our finest hour or headed for disaster Use your super powers and rescue me We were there at the start we've got Polaroids to prove it Skateboards and scars
own eyes Look into my eyes Tell me what you see You won't find fear Only pain Avert your eyes Why must you treat me this way Look upon my scars They
sit down And talk about the black and the brown Yo, I love Los Angeles, you can hear it in my music Plus I got the scars to prove it And man.. you don
the Exaulted from NYC, you get extremely cut the fuck up by scar thieves (*Hissin' Noises*) Who can't recognize, do I have to prove all the time Then