In the eyes of some I'm a loser because of my weaknesses. In the eyes of some I'm a winner because my weaknesses don't make me weak. But in my eyes, I'm just trying to make a living by making it right. My wounds won't hide behind me. I'm left with so much more to flaunt and push in your face than before, like you wish you had this. You wish you earned this knowledge and had it as hard as I had it, as well as all the ugly scars to back it. My past and yours, it's life, love, stress and setbacks, and lighting a candle when this club goes jet black. To get back to what I wanted to be is impossible, so I'll cry just to get it out of my system before going on like Jack Johnson and having the best day of my life. And the weeks past due assignment, the guitar teacher who's slowly losing his patience, adn the rich little psychophant rap artists sent from Florida to make me puke can all take a chill pill. That's when I know that if I see someone smiling, they've probably got a damn good reason to be doing so.
Inspired by Atmosphere's "God Loves Ugly": "I wear my scars like the rings on a pimp."
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