this is who I am
this is what I do
black ink marks a path
indelible and true
as yielding as the fluid that left the stain
as immutable as the pattern after the pain

would you shackle these wrists with your judgements?
or would you embrace these hands?
are they scars or are they standards?
I'm just a punk or I'm your man?

this is who I am
and this is what I do
black ink marks my path
indelible and true