Eternal Scars

Made it out of poverty
Gotta watch my back because these demons love to follow me
Still I’m relaxed, guess they don’t know I’m God’s property
Still I react, I gotta keep these devils off of me
Guess I’m just eternally scarred
My nigga Goo said ain’t we all
Thuggin' until the angels call
Until that day comes, we gon' ball
I got scars on my heart, I don’t even know where I should start
My picture’s on the wall and the devil’s throwing darts
When did I become a Wal-Mart, sorry I meant a target
Pardon my rawness, I was only trying to be an artist
Been covered up in sin, finding it difficult to trust again
My bitch keeps telling me he’s just a friend
It’s hard to comprehend, I’ve been losing patience
Trying to figure out why like an Algebra equation
Fuck dollar bills, I wipe my tears with Ben Franklins
I’m popping seals to drown my fears, I’ve been drankin'
And all this useless commentary’s-
Eating me on the inside like commissary
One of my closest friends died and he’s still alive
To bring him back to life, I gotta kill my pride
Me against the world, I’m jammin' to 2Pac
The green in their eyes like Jasmine from Boondocks
Light up the moon rock, we-
Made it out of poverty
Gotta watch my back because these demons love to follow me
Still I’m relaxed, guess they don’t know I’m God’s property
Still I react, I gotta keep these devils off of me
Guess I’m just eternally scarred
My nigga Goo said ain’t we all
Thuggin' until the angels call
Until that day comes, we gon' ball
I remember sipping Henny through those dark nights
Tell myself that it’s no biggie like March 9th
Throw no parties for my pity, I’ll be alright
If it ever gets too heavy, I can call Christ — or that soft white
Like dog fights, we’ve been pit against each other
This life got me at war with my brothers
Man save that fake beef for Slutty Vegan ATL
But like Leukemia, man you know bad blood sales
Securus every day, I gotta wish cuz well
A smile up on his face but I know he’s going through hell
And only time tells if he’ll get a break
But I can’t rest my head ‘til he appeal a case
I had to clear my head, I’m in a different space
Actresses in my bed, I got expensive taste
Young nigga worth 200 bands give or take
But ain’t gon' be no fuckin' robberies
Made it out the mud like pottery
Made it out of poverty
Gotta watch my back because these demons love to follow me
Still I’m relaxed, guess they don’t know I’m God’s property
Still I react, I gotta keep these devils off of me
Guess I’m just eternally scarred
My nigga Goo said ain’t we all
Thuggin' until the angels call
Until that day comes, we gon' ball