LYRICS
[Intro]
Life is full of ups and downs
Sometimes we get hit so hard
And not expected to ever rise
But we have a choice
We either let pain consume us
Or find ways to make pain and joy coexist
You decide
[Verse 1]
(Hey yo) Pain is a part of life, scars are like stamps
Indicating how we survived the hardest plight.
Agony is fuel, getting me charged to write.
At a high demand, each scribble at my command becomes a diagram.
More focused than eye exams as I try to scan memory banks,
Each account I withdraw, deep within my mental, emits raw
Jigsaw pieces to assemble,
hit the booth, lay vocals and speaking with a gentle tone.
suppress tears.
My strained voice address disturbing ordeals that stretched years,
now I’m left here, reflecting how hope was never given.
Lyrics I wrote was a coping mechanism,
to display collage of emotions that was hidden.
Somehow, I managed to channel rage,
and handle days of sorrow in the most substantial ways.
After weeks of merging dope verses to classic beats,
last but least, a nice chorus to finalize a masterpiece,
Have a seat, listen.
[Chorus]
Pain is a part of life, scars are like stamps
Indicating how we survived the hardest plight.
Somehow we must find ways, to embrace the negative to gain a positive start,
By converting trauma to art.
Pain is a part of life, scars are like stamps
Indicating how we survived the hardest plight
Somehow we must find ways to embrace the negative to gain a positive start
By converting trauma to art
[Verse 2]
Her love life, she often played safe, but today faced a threat……
when a man refused to vacate her premises.
And how can one make haste, overcoming adversity
when new horror seems to take shape, in form of date rape.
Now establishes great hate towards men in general,
Episodes of feeling quite scared by nightmares.
Hatred becoming her life pair,
Eventually blessings from therapy sessions give necessary lessons to live.
Now with intense force,
a strong will commence to build strength, in self-defense course.
Henceforth- rise above pain, essential tool to exercise,
by using trauma as mental tool to weaponize,.
Built an enterprise based on protecting lives,
Includes a system,
to counsel tormented souls of future victims (true conviction).
At long last,.
a bleak trail navigated to directions of a strong path in contrast (make the song blast).
[Chorus]
Pain is a part of life, scars are like stamps
Indicating how we survived the hardest plight
Somehow we must find ways to embrace the negative to gain a positive start
By converting trauma to art
[Verse 3]
We as a people been through hell and back.
Instead of staying victims to circumstances we may as well adapt.
Never let crisis cause us to wither and die,
let our vision supply new perspectives.
Sometimes trauma is a gift we deny, break the cycle, give it a try.
From dust to break of dawn, inspiration comes in the strangest form.
Allow grief to be viewed as momentary baggage,
artistically make canvas display how we persevered.