[Intro] [Verse 1: Chance Fischer] Scratches on paper labeled as stigmata Still possessed by what our sins taught us Can't fully explain how we were brought up So we built with some quills and some ink as the mortar Purging toxins through lyricism Our magic with the words turned to urban mysticism As we quietly observed, recounting life as a Third Eye Nestled in our corners you couldn't see us from bird's eye Conjured the words that made the earth shake A special type of sorcery Making love to us was first base Our potion was potent, you'd agree? But the wisdom of a wizard is seldom well-received They cursed us for being different and living how we believed As thorough as Henry David at Walden pondering leaves Scarlet letters every time my pen bleeds [Refrain: Chance Fischer] Scarlet letters every time my pen bleeds [Repeat 3x] [Verse 2: Chance Fischer] Look at what n*ggas created, we practiced Black Arts We took it back to The Roots with all these Black Thoughts Persecuted for being born with a tan And making this "Jungle Music" convince their daughters to tan Urban Renewal, our freedom in barren lands Made for gentrified castles Le Corbusier wouldn't stand The fire of crosses burning inspired LeVar Burtons Rise of the black author - society's scorned burden Harnessed our inner James Baldwin And inner city stories told by mothers holding premature coffins "10 cents a day" is less than two cents from Harvard So, we had to work smarter That's why we took a pen and a pad and a drag to ease Some wrote about bagging cotton some others on bagging weed Wishing this cup would pa** on our turn in Gethsemane Scarlet Letters every time my pen bleeds [Refrain: Chance Fischer] Scarlet letters every time my pen bleeds [Repeat 3x] [Closing: Chance Fischer] To everybody who came before me And paved away for me as a writer, and as an artist Thank you for your sacrifice