VERSE I
long hair, ripped jeans, and a chain wallet
8 eye oxblood Doc Martens
faded Gravediggaz tee, holes at the bottom
black trench coat knuckles in the hidden pocket
at any given time, five blades on him
skinny kid, aware that he could be a target
fantasizing of a fight, sensitive to comments
soft spoken, but please, proceed with caution
untied, untucked, law trouble often
first glance, you would think his life is filled with problems
probably disconnected cause of past trauma
but naw, he was just attracted to the darkness
studied all the greats, what they had in common
drugs were a huge part of the creative process
dug himself a hole, descended in a coffin
experienced life through skewed eyes of the fallen

CHORUS
history is blistering with mystery
dark landmarks hidden by the little things
rose from the ashes of a troubled being
muscled through the struggle and became a king
history is blistering with mystery
dark landmarks hidden by the little things
rose from the ashes of a troubled being
muscled through the struggle and became a king

VERSE II
we did some crazy things as some younger kids
a dark past of bones cast around my room
now I’m sweeping out this closet they no longer fit
I guess it’s time I burn 'em down to dust soon
hey yo it’s crazy that I say that I don’t need no one
that I can work it out and do this by myself
it’s like all the help through pain that I’ve had so far
hasn’t helped me out each and every time I fell
we don’t appreciate the hand that feeds us
which is why we try to cut the flesh biting down so deep
I sure hope the skin that’s felt my fangs has healed
and now the Lord knows that pain’s with me
I'm so sorry for the moments that I lied and the pain it caused
and all the nights you losing sleep
the money that’s involved, the tears and the scars
the fights while I’m off wild runnin' in the streets
'84 born in the plains of Bomb City songs
young prince holding shame inside my sweaty palms
don’t judge by the cover 'til you read the book
moving forward not giving my past all a second look
yo, I’m good

CHORUS

BRIDGE
can't change the path cause that was on you
no way to blame the past for loose screws
bathed in complaints, the track was not smooth
his story is history
can't change the path cause that was on you
no way to blame the past for loose screws
bathed in complaints, the track was not smooth
beautifully scarred

his story is history
beautifully scarred