deep inside us This is the age of video violence Down at his job, his boss sits there screaming If he loses his job and life looses it's meaning His
this feeling I've got The scar before then see me split You may say that isn't it I may be right you may disagree Same old story, same old me And I don't know what you mean
It will mean something to someone Every little piece in your life Will add up to one Every little piece of your life Will mean something to someone You touch my face Scarred
cons That left me for dead or alive I am a nation A worker of pride My debt to the status quo The scars on my hands And the means to an end Is all
think its time to cutter cutter cutter cutter off Attitude has placed apart your past And to me, i think thats real inside You be actin so harsh and so mean
She was a new mean beauty queen, money, drugs, magazines That didn't do nothin', that didn't do nothin' They gave her diamonds, shiny boys, city speak
The bed it was warm Nettles and ferns The evening it chokes The candle it burns This disguise covers Bitter lies Repeating the joke The meaning it dies
beat it Bust some pussy like a cookie wit' no milk I can't-can't eat it Okay you love me? No lie, but watch it my charm bright That don't mean that you
I bust the windows out your car And no, it didn't mend my broken heart I'll probably always have these ugly scars But right now, I don't care about that
,I Radio,Radio,Radio Killah(killah) Verse1:Jazmine: I Bust The Windows Out Your Car And Though It Didn't Mend My Broken Heart I'll Probably Always Have These Ugly Scars
's what he's puffin' on His style is rough, he wears his hair in cornrolls His jeans hang loose and low So his [Incomprehensible] he can be comfortable I mean
up You know I'm puttin' something on me Right before I leave outta the car, we came to party You go tough talkin' at me you Gon' leave outta the club with a scar
Like a bed with a baby, if I smack ya I might **** ya Half a million in diamonds, half a billion from rhymin' And I'm steady and climbin' that means
or mis-happenin's, nigga We from the Bronx, New York shit happens Kids clappin', love to spark the place Half the niggas in the squad got a scar on they
didn't succeed When I got up off the ground niggas couldn't believe They started bustin' and'a bustin' filled my ribs like crusting Had the vest on so it didn't mean
jump from the free-throw line and bang Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed Except, twelve-inch scars on my body What I mean by that,
yourself to find out where you really are Let the cut burn then you know you earned it when it scars I been a star, my name rang bells But it means not
masterful of sensual technology, oh She's the queen She's the queen No rules in her empire She's the queen Just libido and desire She's a lean, mean