Scorpion tattoo covers his shoulder
Sting of the town, leaves you cold in the form in the morning with folders
I was raised to be a soldier
And it's because of the help from my dad, I used to hate him for the whelps on my back
All of your chores, sweep up the floors, under the couch and behind the doors
He taught me to stand on my own two
My teacher said if he's a fan on the old school
I said,