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