(Grammy Award for Song of the Year)

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I got thinking about how warriors show their scars with pride

And got mad at people saying that I should hide mine

What is wrong with all my sacrifices getting a design?

Something wrong about this dragon climbing up my spine?

When are you gonna stop all these silly whines?

If you're gonna keep complaining, please get on the line

Do you think I am a joke and this is my punchline?

Or some kind of criminal with a warning sign?

Is it because they show a freedom you don't like?

Or is it about the bright colors, cause they don't combine

With all your grey black suits and your lack of smile

Are you somehow afraid of being outshined?

What scares you is that I'm someone that you can't define

See, my personality refuses to be confined

You need to rethink your rules, being happy is my guideline

Always gonna keep reaching for cloud nine.

Can't you see these are a piece of my storyline

Or a picture I liked after a bottle of wine.

Lemme give you something to re-think...

Chorus:

Think about it, it's my own skin

Was my money, didn't harm anyone a bit

You have nothing to say about what I get on it

So try to find a better excuse

You know your insults left a bruise

But guess what, it's your lose

I keep on getting Youtube views

Billboards on main avenues

Prizes, Concerts, interviews.

To those who get my point of view

Let me see your cool tattoos

Let's tell them aloud the news

Our wounds were the perfect muse

You wouldn't make a mile in our shoes

In the end tattoos are...are the scars we choose.

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I'm not gonna keep asking, I don't really mind

I've got skills and moves, people love it when I rhyme

Get cut by the truth in my words, or stare at my jawline

If I didn't have the lyrics, I'd use my voice for a hotline

I'm the whole artist package, a talent goldmine

But being rich didn't quite come in my bloodline

So my life sheet are you still planning to decline?

It's ok, when I'm top of this, I'm gonna be benign

I dare you, in my shoes you wouldn't last a mile

Lemme give you something to re-think...

Chorus:

Think about it, it's my own skin

Was my money, didn't harm anyone a bit

You have nothing to say about what I get on it

So try to find a better excuse

You know your insults left a bruise

But guess what, it's your lose

I keep on getting Youtube views

Billboards on main avenues

Prizes, Concerts, interviews.

To those who understand my point of view

Let me see your cool tattoos

Let's tell them aloud the news

Our wounds were the perfect muse

You wouldn't make a mile in our shoes

In the end tattoos are...are the scars we choose.

Bridge:

Cause all of these stories

May be inked over my arms

But if you cut my chest wide open

You'll see they are carved in my heart.

I went through hell and back

And still that didn't leave a mark

But I want to remember I survived

I paid it with pain and suffer

And then all over again with blood and ink

Put up with people looking down at me

Printed that story with needles on my skin

Every tattoo I get is just a piece of me.

Lemme give you something to re-think...

Chorus:

Think about it, it's my own skin

Was my money, didn't harm anyone a bit

You have nothing to say about what I get on it

So try to find a better excuse

You know your insults left a bruise

But guess what, it's your lose

I keep on getting Youtube views

Billboards on main avenues

Prizes, Concerts, interviews.

To those who understand my point of view

Let me see your cool tattoos

Let's tell them aloud the news

Our wounds were the perfect muse

You wouldn't make a mile in our shoes

In the end tattoos are...are the scars we choose.