Scars of the Youth

[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]