Scars of a brother

Black and blue… but I never gave in…

You wrote with your fists — but I’m holding the pen.

You beat me black and blue, yeah, your fist was the law,

But I never let it own me, never bowed to the claw.

Left me broken on the floor, thought I’d rot in the pain,

But the scars became armor, I was forged in the flame.

You crushed my spirit, tried to make me a clown,

But I rose from the ashes — I won’t stay down.

Your love was a fist, your gift was pain,

But I flipped the script, carved strength from shame.

Scars of a brother, carved deep in my skin,

You tried to destroy me — but I always win.

Dragged through the pit, I was born in the fire,

Your hate made the fuel that built my empire.

My spark wasn’t threat, it was hunger to grow,

But you feared what you couldn’t ever control.

Approval was a crown in your kingdom of fear,

But I shattered the throne, I don’t kneel here.

I stood in the pit with despair in the air,

Taught myself strength ’cause fear wasn’t there.

Your fists wrote the story, but I took back the pen,

And turned all your hatred to power within.

Scars of a brother, carved deep in my skin,

You tried to destroy me — but I always win.

Dragged through the pit, I was born in the fire,

Your hate made the fuel that built my empire.

Now I stand taller — the warrior you bred,

Your shadow is gone — but I live instead.

Your fists couldn’t break me, they only refined,

The scars are the proof… that this soul is mine.