I'm chillin' with the homies,
answering to "Scarface."

"What it do, Scar?
You ain't tough.
You ain't hard."

"At least I'm not behind bars,
and the scars are on my body,
not my face."

They don't know the real me.
I'm far gone but not too far.
They really think I'm crazy,
but I'm closer to sane.

I'm haunted, but I'm happy,
and I'm not ashamed.