Amara Jaye, Imael Angel - My Bad Times

I've been through the fire but
I'm still standing higher
Bad times, they keep knocking on my door
I cried some nights, but
I won't cry no more
Life put pressure, try to bring me down but
I found my rhythm, now
I'm dancing through the sound
Mama said, baby, hold your head up
Even when the rain keeps falling from the sky
I got my scars, but
I wear them like gold