Ink Don’t Lie

Yeah…

Every scar got a memory…

Every tattoo got a reason…

Ink don’t lie.

Started with pain in my chest and a storm in my brain,

Smilin’ outside but inside I was drownin’ in rain,

Had nights in the dark where I questioned my name,

Felt the weight of the world tryna break me with chains.

So I put it in ink, let the needle talk loud,

Every line on my skin was a scream from the clouds,

Mama said “heal,” but I didn’t know how,

So I turned all the hurt into art on me now.

Got dates for the losses,

Wings for the fallen,

Cross on my arm for the nights I kept callin’,

Roses that bloom through the cracks in the pavement,

Proof I survived every war I was facin’.

These tattoos tell my story,

From stress to strength, from pain to glory,

Every mark on my skin got a chapter behind it,

Darkness tried to break me but the light helped me find it.

Ink on my body, scars in my soul,

Turned all the damage into something gold,

Now when I look in the mirror I see truth, not defeat,

Every tattoo reminds me I ain’t dead in these streets.

One for the nights I was numb off the bottle,

One for the days I kept fightin’ my problems,

One for the kid who had nobody guide him,

Still found the strength deep inside him.

I remember anxiety makin’ me shake,

Pressure so heavy I thought I would break,

Now every tattoo like armor I wear,

A map of survival carved deep everywhere.

Skull on my shoulder for demons I battled,

Lion on my chest ‘cause my heart never rattled,

Clock with no hands ‘cause time kept movin’,

Even when life had my whole world ruined.

Needles and pain turned therapy for me,

Blood mixed with ink made a better me slowly,

Now every mirror reflection I see,

Reminds me the broken still grow into kings.

These tattoos tell my story,

From stress to strength, from pain to glory,

Every mark on my skin got a chapter behind it,

Darkness tried to break me but the light helped me find it.

Ink on my body, scars in my soul,

Turned all the damage into something gold,

Now when I look in the mirror I see truth, not defeat,

Every tattoo reminds me I survived these streets.

Yeah…

Some people hide their pain…

I wear mine in ink.

Not for attention…

But to remember…

I made it through everything that tried to destroy me.