War Paint

Yeah…

Strap the scars on my face…

This ain’t fashion, this is fuckin’ war paint.

I don’t wear no mask, I bleed on the beat,

Every line is a weapon, every rhyme’s concrete.

Scars on my skin ain’t shame, they’re proof,

That I’ve been through hell and came back with the truth.

Fuck peace, I was raised in the fire and the smoke,

Taught to bite through the pain when the system broke.

I ain’t prayin’ for a savior, I became my own saint,

These bars are my bullets, these scars my war paint.

This is my war paint, blood on my face,

Every cut, every bruise — I wear it with grace.

War paint, fuck fate, I’ll never back down,

I’m a king with no crown, still I’ll burn this town.

I don’t hide from the dark, I carve my name in it,

If life dealt pain, then I’ll fucking spit flame with it.

Every curse is a prayer, every verse is a fight,

I’m the shadow in the day, I’m the fire in the night.

You can keep your fake halos, I don’t wear disguise,

I got rage in my blood and the war in my eyes.

I ain’t beggin’ for respect, bitch, I’ll take that shit,

With my knuckles in the dirt and my teeth grit thick.

This is my war paint, blood on my face,

Every cut, every bruise — I wear it with grace.

War paint, fuck fate, I’ll never back down,

I’m a king with no crown, still I’ll burn this town.

Yeah… every scar is scripture, every line’s a blade,

Every loss that I took made the beast I became.

So don’t pray for my soul, it’s already too late,

I was born for the fight — baptized in hate.

So I march with the broken, the lost, the damned,

With the blood on my fists and the mic in my hand.

If you’re lookin’ for mercy, you won’t find it here,

I turn pain into power, rage into fear.

Fuck destiny, I’ll carve it myself in the stone,

I was bred in the dark, now I stand full grown.

You can bury me deep, but I’ll rise from the grave,

With my war paint on — I was born to be brave.

This is my war paint, blood on my face,

Every cut, every bruise — I wear it with grace.

War paint, fuck fate, I’ll never back down,

I’m a king with no crown, still I’ll burn this town.

War paint… war paint…

Yeah… my soul’s in the flame.