| I do see the scars that have broke your heart
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| These broken pieces aren’t who you are
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| My love and is deep and I’ll show you how
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| Just look at my Son, believe in —
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| Blessed, but all she feels is rejection
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| Looks in the mirror and hates to see her reflection
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| Yeah, so she eats to deal with the pain while sinking inside of shame,
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| can’t see it behind the frames
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| Funny how the Designers that hide her is just disguises
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| If you looked in her eyes, she’s crying for her designer
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| Yeah, she wakes up in a race to put her face on
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| With makeup that’s caked up and caked on
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| And maybe she’s conceited, who God made is not enough and she really feels so
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| defeated, Lord
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| I’m praying she will believe it, you made her and says she’s good,
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| if she knew you then she could see it
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| The rules cut deep, just peep the scars and the wrists
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| She sees the
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| Father, look at Daddy’s little girl dying, tryna meet the standards of the world
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| The standards of the world
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| I do see the scars that have broke your heart
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| These broken pieces aren’t who you are |
| My love and is deep and I’ll show you how
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| Just look at my Son, believe in —
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| Blessed, but all he feels is rejection
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| Looks in the mirror and hates to see his reflection
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| Shrink rays to 6th grade, with money comes power, with power comes status,
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| all he’s thinking is get paid
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| You can see it plain
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| His Papa was a rolling stone, added temptations for him to be the same
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| His Mama said he would be just like him
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| Now he lookin' in the mirror, he look just like him, Lord
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| Off in the streets with the ratchet and it ain’t got no weave
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| His father never said, «I love you,» to his face
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| And it hurts, deep inside he loves the man he says he hates
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| Up, and then one day thugs cry, he’s feeling like, and even though some tried,
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| he don’t know what love like
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| All he knows, a father left his son but he doesn’t know the Father gave his Son
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| So he could become one
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| I do see the scars that have broke your heart
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| These broken pieces aren’t who you are
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| My love and is deep and I’ll show you how
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| Just look at my Son, believe in — |