My body is my canvas
It’s like enjoying my own addiction
I’m drowning in my own thoughts
And they leave marks on my body
They all hold a history that one can’t ignore
What would you do with such a stigma on yourself?
I’m covered in lifetime tattoos,
the ink is full of blood that my enemies bled dying on my knee
They are in my body forever, and I’m immortal in their conscience
Their conscience is my canvas since mine is untouchable
because of its ignorance
that my body has to shout louder
