[Verse 1]

If scars was tattoos with better stories

So much trauma scribed on my melon mob you liable to find tribal design tumors

That contain best selling novels, so much pain cursed my adolescence

That I can count my outer blessings on one hand

I was shook to the bone when informed of the three slugs you took to the dome

Just slammed and broke the hook to the phone

Teared up and let a couple trickle

Before retaliation could start cops knocked him and slammed him with a double nickel

Twelve years later stil not complacent tools

I cock I'm pacing impatiently awaiting to snap off for obvious reasons

Grew up with G's who's hobby is squeezing, hell probably is freezing

Peep said it'd be a cold day before we part

Yeah you prone to violence, just not to start provoking acts

You was smarter folks than that, especially to lose your life

Over a Starter coat and hat, I'm stil heated so what

Your pain is my pain, until the world blows up



[Chorus 2X]

(Til the world blow up) I remain the same no matter life's obstacles

(Til the world blow up) I will shine for us all if it's quite possible

Til God calls me home and the caskets closed

And no longer can serenade my dogs with these classic flows



[Verse 2]

We were both raised studying rhymes and scriptures and the street rules to the game

And the game deeply embeds and tarnished jewels on your brain

The ghetto reflects us, from doo-rags to school metal detectors

To earning what you rightfully deserve is irrelevant

Cause now we only settle for extras, if not then jumped up charging

Got affiliates that shot at slumped up sergeants

Just to avoid trumped up charges, kept my head stern

Focused on these bars when you was knocked in arrest burned from ???

Funerals