[Title]
Scars of the Youth
[Style]
UK Grime, Dark Narrative, Street Poetry
[Lyrics]
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Born in the grit where the pain’s institutional,
Cracks on the wall like the lies in this fucked-up ritual.
Mum’s tears in the kitchen, dad’s fucking fists collide,
Learned to duck before I learned to fucking ride a bike.
Schoolyard bullies called me “broken-home bastard”,
Pockets empty, soul colder than winter’s tantrum.
Counselors scribbled notes, said I’m “acting out”,
But they never felt the hunger when the lights blacked out.
[Chorus]
Scars on my chest, but the wounds stay buried deep,
Nights I couldn’t sleep, counting scars instead of sheep.
Yeah, I scream through the verses, let the rage erupt,
Childhood’s a curse when your trust is fucking corrupt.
[Verse 2]
Mum’s face bruised, but she’d swear she slipped again,
Dad’s bottle empty, so he’d whip the belt on my skin.
Teachers turned blind, said I’m “just a troubled kid”,
F**k that—I was drowning and they lifted the lid.
Found solace in rhymes, scribbled pain in my book,
Every word a brick, built a castle they couldn’t overlook.
Now I spit flames, turn trauma to fucking fuel,
Break the cycle, yeah, I’m nobody’s goddamn fool.
[Bridge]
They say “forgive, forget”—nah, I’ll rewrite the story,
Turned the ache in my chest into a grind for glory.
B***d on the page, ink mixed with my sorrow,
Today’s just the prologue—I’ll crack tomorrow.
[Chorus]
Scars on my chest, but the wounds stay buried deep,
Nights I couldn’t sleep, counting scars instead of sheep.
Yeah, I scream through the verses, let the rage erupt,
Childhood’s a curse when your trust is fucking corrupt.
[Outro]