I've picked up a few scars
Got a few more wrinkles but still breathing
I'm sore a little more in the morning but I'm feeling
Pretty good overall for my years
I"m not rich but got a couple extra bucks for a beer
And I'm here
I'm still moving I can flow I can hustle
A little fatter now with a bit less muscle
But I chuckle over things that used to keep me stressed
I'm not as much good looks but way more finesse
And I appreciate more than I had in the past
Like getting the day off of work after a night being trashed
Man I got a lot still
I got my heart and pride
My hair and size have changed but in my day man I...
Rocked parts to the side
Flat tops real high
Rat tails in the back
Lasers shaved so fly
Spike cuts faux hawks
The wet look even
Now it's clipped at the crib under the hat I'm receding
The shit's different
Lines, lines lines
Write these songs along both my arms
The stories that I've piled on
They'll still be here when I'm gone
Lines, lines lines
Write these songs along both my arms
The stories that I've piled on
They'll still be here when I'm gone
I'm leaving the dreaming to those believing in fate
I'm sharpening blades
Slashing my days
Scarring the face
Leaving a trace to follow
If I'm not here tomorrow
If you ever feel hollow
I'll leave my song in a bottle
So here I am
Still standing on these wounded knees
I'm still spitting rhymes over the same beat cd's
Had my run ins with death and worse yet I've watched dying
Now my attitude is "fuck it" I choose flying
Spanned the globe
Smoked and rolled
Hoped to grow
And grown to know that lots of folks say no
But I'm gonna go out trying
I am defiant
I'm yet to pass my prime although that's crossed my mind
I am inspiring
Or else I'm dying with nothing
I'm struggling
But I'm loving that I'm struggling for something
I've stopped asking how to state exactly what my faith is
It's written mostly down upon these faded pages
Talking mostly being honest and accepting changes
The rest is just details and phrasing
And shit's different different different
Shit is different different different
Scars
Lines, lines lines
Write these songs along both my arms
The stories that I've piled on
They'll still be here when I'm gone
Lines, lines lines
Write these songs along both my arms
The stories that I've piled on
They'll still be here when I'm gone
