Inherited Scars(其他) - Sage Francis

I didn't tell anyone about what
I seen or heard that day mum's the word still
I'm scared to plant ideas into your head while your rebellious side is fertile
Hurdles are getting knocked down
I'm running a losing race
Your legs aren't the only ones marked up
How many dreams have you chased
If I could have said this to your face maybe you wouldn't have to write like
I do Except
I use paper instead of my body now
It's something you might want to try too
From haikus to horror stories it's something in our blood that we share
Something in our blood that appears on the surface of our skin
When we bring it there
My facial expression said
I didn't care
Hate and aggression must've made an impression on the little kid who stared
Sitting on stairs when
I would bother to bring my skates
My feeble attempt at being a strong big brother doing father figure 8's
Ripping my cape on the ground that it dragged on
Tripping on fate and hearing the sounds of a sad song
Listen it's great sharing time now that dad's gone
But what's with the choice of words
Or the body parts that you decided to tag them on
I'm a vagabond who moved to modern day
Babylon and then back again
With minimal contact and you know
I can't ask your mom what's happening
You've got such beautiful gifts
What are you doing ruining the packaging
How ironic come to think
I probably put this ink on my back for him
I want you to laugh and sing more
But you dropped anchor in a place where dreams go to die and you're keeping your a*s indoors
I'm asking for you to stick it out and see things through
If I could have been there from the beginning if
I could be there right now if
I could promise to be there when you need me would it raise an eyebrow
How would your body be different if
I still dropped by for visits
Is it my place to put a smile on your face
Could I erase your body language telling you its all been said before
Or change the words you wrote exchanging your scars for my metaphors
I'd add them to my collection while smiling
Hiding your sins well but
I see the hell that your limbs speak
Tongue in cheek
Lying awake in bed while other kids sleep
The strength of evil begins to keep your grins weak
No matter the length of the needle marking up one's body is so much more than skin deep
Feel the pin prick
The grim reap what they sew and you're trained to say that you're fine
Your threshhold for pain is greater than mine
So I'm waiting in the lines that you give me patiently
While you get cut in the lines that
THEY make
YOU wait inin ways that they can't see
If there's a vacancy as far as room in your life goes say it to me
But don't do it with a knife under your clothes
Because the anguish of hidden skin is letting my ghosts be shown
Plus the language its written in hits especially close to home
I'm most alone when
I'm out of touch with the people who feel this type of pain
You might just aim for a day that its raining to strike a vein to take my name in
Changing your uniform and altering your mind set
Has your pointer finger decided if it was a fault of his or mine yet
I bet I know the dialect
It's nowhere
I haven't been before
With skin that's sore
Battle scars that rise from our inner war
Are decorative medals of honor that our father decided to pass through inheritance
And it is repetitive when the kids head in the direction of evidence proving the pain and hurt is relative
All this pain and hurt is relative
Repeat chorus
Fade to black