كلمات Prove It

I am the blood and the guts smeared all over the page I'm on the wall of a gallery, put on display A culmination of mistakes in a picture frame Put me up for sale for a price you cannot pay I'm impatient, I hate waitin', I get fooled from a taste I never sought for your opinion or asked for your take I'm impatient, I hate waitin', I get fooled from a taste I never sought for your opinion or asked for your take I got no one to prove myself to but me That's why my heels are dug in so deep I am the blood and the guts and I'm red with rage You wouldn't recognize me or the ways I've changed I've learned to do it different while you do it the same Now I'm up for sale for a price you cannot pay (I won't get in 'cause I re-recognize the cage) (That's where I've been, yeah, it's all writ on my face) (You think I'm mean now but you don't know my rage) (I won't get in 'cause I re-recognize the cage) I won't get in 'cause I re-recognize the cage That's where I've been, yeah, it's all writ on my face You think I'm mean now but you don't know my rage I won't get in 'cause I re-recognize the cage I got no one to prove myself to but me That's why my heels are dug in so deep I am the blood and the guts smeared all over the page I'm on the wall of a gallery, put on display A culmination of mistakes in a picture frame Put me up for sale for a price you cannot pay