Scars Don't Split the Profit (versione 2)

Verse 1

Corner of Ashford and Ten, bottle broke on the brick

Ronnie owed the Greek four hundred, couldn't pay it quick

I stepped between the blade and his ribs like it was mine to give

Eight stitches on my forearm, still counting how I live

Nurse asked who did this, I just watched the ceiling fan spin

Told her it was nothing, told the block I'd do it again

Sharpie tally on my wall, one line for every debt

Paid in skin not dollars, and the ink ain't faded yet

Pre-Chorus

Everybody wanna wear the story like a coat

But the cold that cuts you deepest ain't the one they quote

Ask yourself who's cashing what you bled to save

Chorus

Scars don't split the profit, no

They stay right here, they never go

I carry what the corner cost

Nobody else can feel that loss

Scars don't split the profit, no

Verse 2

Ronnie's driving new sedan, tinted like a secret

Says he owes me one, but he ain't said the digit

I'm still walking fourth floor stairs with a knee that clicks in rain

He's uptown with a story where I'm just the supporting name

Told it at a party, showed the scar like his own skin

Said watch what loyalty gets you, man, that ain't where I've been

Denim jacket zipped up, hiding what the summer shows

Some nights the block still asks me, and I still don't say who froze

Pre-Chorus

Everybody wanna wear the story like a coat

But the cold that cuts you deepest ain't the one they quote

Ask yourself who's cashing what you bled to save

Chorus

Scars don't split the profit, no

They stay right here, they never go

I carry what the corner cost

Nobody else can feel that loss

Scars don't split the profit, no

Bridge

I stopped lending out my body like a spare

Started counting what I keep instead of what I share

Ronnie called last week, I let it ring out twice

Some debts you pay in silence, some you pay in ice

The tally's mine to read now, the wall knows what it's worth

I ain't selling scars for stories, not no more, not on this earth

Chorus

Scars don't split the profit, no

They stay right here, they never go

I carry what the corner cost

Nobody else can feel that loss

Scars don't split the profit, no