Born To Kill - Pain is easy till it ain't your own...

I was born a piece of leather with a hard core...
Then slowly grew rock hard when I could deal no more.
Hard core turned to iron, alot like young Mike...
So any pain that came my way was forced to take a hike.
Blood spilled, people killed, jail, and fucking hate...
Not one sin ever broke my skin and still hasn't to this date.
Years subside and decades pass, my prime is now...
Bulletproof like I gotta kevlar ass, pain get to me...how?
2 years old, flesh and blood, my daughter, my life...
Spider bitten, infection kickin, lanced at the end of a knife.
One of four holding her, stupid hospital gowns...
My face to her face as doc brings the blade down.
Minutes become hours, tears form lakes of salty baby's cries...
And her whimpers turn to screams as she pleads with my eyes.
"Daddy...Daddy...Pleeeease!" She let's me know how bad it hurts...
And with each and every squeeze her blood sprays on daddy's shirt.
Fuckin doctors take forever, "My, she's really strong!"
And I'm like, "Whaddya expect, you've been torturing her so long!"
Finally it ends, but not before one last needle stab...
Injection of medicine that they just mixed in their lab.
Hit the car, hospital's rid, ac on but we don't leave...
Cuz this iron man's gotta hold his kid, needs some time to grieve.
Ain't cried in a motherfucker, ain't shed a tear in a bitch...
But there I was bawlin cuz my little girl got stitched.
My pain I can handle, yours I don't care about...
Heads can roll in Irag and blood can quell the desert drought.
All this shit means nothing, it rolls off me like rain...
Cuz tears never meant something till they came from my girl's pain.