Skin Deep

He wasn't always gibing With Dre or Doggy Dogg He was looking up to artists that were pissed off like he was Rage issues that were too transparent to ignore Covering holes in the drywall with posters and drawings galore Trying to settle his mind And jot down some inspiration Only a scrawny little white boy with intermittent retaliation And seeing red With gruesome images in his head Of painting the walls with the faces that plagued his mental dread Breaking down when walking Quivering in his knees If he tried to get his revenge he'd get pinned and beat against the trees With people averting their gaze and pretending they didn't see So he said f*ck it There's no semblance of relevance Whether he walked the right walk or bowed out To give some narcissistic twisted sense of precedence He never wanted To hurt nobody Just keeping his head down and make it through a day Without being a host target Powerless against the world Who would sweep him like food crumbs underneath the pantry shelf He couldn't make them pay so he felt the need to take it out on himself And people turned their heads when they would catch eye of the traction "Is this fun now? I hope this brings you satisfaction" "If I openly bleed for y'all to see I'll be sure to make it a spectacle so y'all can think twice Before somebody else ends up like me" It's more than just skin deep The safety's off So here's your trigger warning It's skin deep Yeah, they're surface scars now But at one point they could openly breathe A lost and confused little kid raised Christian Forced to listen Raised to worship a guy wearing a crown of thorns But what's the point of believing in a God When you only find your true solace in devil horns They want you to believe in the holy spirit Father and the son and that death you should fear it But the supposed bad guy guides that when you walk into open territory you bother no one So here's my fucking battalion So what if he was a bit weird? Hardly growing pubes While the other boys were growing beards A silent building rage within thee welled up in his tears And trying not to convince peers That he was weak Because his words were explosive even though his muscles were bleak But too afraid to speak So throw a beat on and let me give you insight to what makes up me You see?