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Scars
Words and music by Ray Boltz
I heard Him call my name
He said I've come to save you
But I was so ashamed
I turned to walk away
He reached
the heart comes through real loud
Gene Autry don't sing no more good old Tex Ritter's gone
And somewhere downtown Nashville a young man just got off the bus
But in the real world right now
You're weary, you're weak from the fight
Hope is calling out loud
Your freedom is waiting
Run into the light
Leaving
Too many eight hour long journeys out of reality 
Made me think nothing mattered showed me nothing was real 
After 100 episodes, man, I had
comprehended by the herds 
Goin back to the days past the ol' gun phase 
All stare in amaze or get caught with the rays 
'Cause the X is like the master
This is real, this is your life in a song
Yeah this is country music

Are you haunted by the echo of your mother, on the phone
Cryin' as she tells
love
That we would know it at first sight
Sing it loud and long enough
He could make it real tonight

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Sing the blessings, sing
And the women in your life love you for yourself and not your ends
And the population's real so there's no reason to pretend
And ignore we are the same, so no one
And the women in your life love you for yourself and not your ends
And the population's real so there's no reason to pretend
And ignore we are the same, so no one
everyone thinks everything is fine now
At home things are messed up with mom and dad
And at school all my friends stab me in the back
No one is real
on em bitches got them texting oh my god
I got bitches out in paris that be texting oh la la
I hear back like who this she hear back you forgot
Real
loud by the quarter
Conversations about what's up with a porter
We can sit down at the table, but first
You gotta kiss the pinky ring, it's according
real loud when you're drivin' the Benz
You be partyin' no need to pretend
It's your life and summertime never ends
'Cause it's your life
It all started yesterday, and now I can't think about nothing
Is it real, I know this can't be heaven sent
Wish I could dream it all away
And now all
sick shit gold coast
Smoke grade A honor roll
Bad bitches by the bungalow
Real niggas honor those
Playing Louie Im gang banging
Bad bitch twerk
no tissue, not an issue
Don't cry for me I peep these niggas from deep
By the front row seat even if you don't speak
Silent pardon, I hear you loud
smuggle weight in they cases
Bags inspected, now we arrested
Attention directed to contents of our intestines
Urinalysis followed by X-rays
Interrogated
directed to contents of our intestines
Urinalyis followed by X-rays
Interrogated and detained til damn near the next day

No evidence, no apology and no
the nail in his coffin

[Chorus]
I don't want to be like this
I don't really want to hurt no feelins
But I'm only bein real when I say nobody wants
Masada for real, this shorty here is here to say
Mahogany go platinum after after that we just parlay
I'm from the Bricks we get kicks, off a loud gun
Masada for real, this shorty here is here to say
Mahogany go platinum after after that we just parlay

I'm from the Bricks we get kicks, off a loud gun
[benzino]
Get anybody on your roster who could freak with Ray
Obie Trice you a busta I don't think you wanna play
[echoes whilst obie is talking]
almighty R.S.O.
Hustler by night, make beats in the day
Had that thing under the bed if you fuck with Ray

Damn shame, why we gotta live this way
Protect my
and freeze it
E I rock with the blood of Jesus
Cover my body my technique is MURDA, Irv Gotti
This lyrical seminar got my signature
Written in black, gangsta
to the devls mesimean
I never scream so loud, I'm proud to be alive
Most heads died by 25, or catch a quick 3 to 5
So be advised, the streets is full