Under my sleeve there is a scar It holds a key that opens all These locks that block you off from the rest Refuse to believe you read all my poems But will you receive the message i sent for you Its hidden but true These racks they make me wanna believe Count it up but you wasnt in the bando with me Ive been nothing what about you Distance Long but ill commute Made mistakes but time to redeem Hustle my time and claim what i need Say goodbye to the way We would reflect the day And everything we used to be Under my sleeve there is a scar It holds a key that opens all These locks that block you off from the rest Refuse to Believe you read all my poems But will you receive the message i sent for you Its hidden but true