The Mirror

Verse 1:
They come in all different shapes
All different sizes- all different places
Some for fun- others for occasion
We use it everyday for morning preparation
Its used in fairy tales for guidance
Also folklore- keeps people silent
Tales, bad omens- take bloody mary
Call 5 times- then behind she arrives
Same with candyman- through the glass movement
Even seein ghosts- mysterious illusions
The glass has held superstition- very dark past & today no different
When you look- shows ya past & ya soul
But it could kill- if you look without self control
7 yrs bad luck if it break
So if you look back & crack ya past- whats ya fate

Chorus:
I see the frame on the wall
the broken glass in my fist & the floor
in the shards- i see my soul
laughin' at me- lost control
couldn't help it- knuckle game
got control drive from all my pain
in my life, i'm just straight up stuck
before the mirror, it was all bad luck

Verse 2:
I used to despise the mirror- I used to look past the image
Just in fear of
Everything was going on at the time
Coming through the glass, going out of my mind
saw ugly- failure- lonely- angry
Despair- dread & Death were after me
I was frustrated- unappreciated
Hated myself- no weight in my belt
Worlds on my shoulders- then I lost composure
The good that was left- then far from over
I got meaner- became a violent dreamer
Developed the demeanor of a discombobulated soldier
Jealous- my soul on fire- had the desire
To wish it all away
Till I took- 1 good look & found what it took to make a better day

Chorus:
I see the frame on the wall
the broken glass in my fist & the floor
in the shards- i see my soul
laughin' at me- lost control
couldn't help it- knuckle game
got control drive from all my pain
in my life, i'm just straight up stuck
before the mirror, it was all bad luck

Verse 3:
In the mirror, you can never hide from yourself
The reflection is yours & nobody else
It never lies- its never deceptive
flaws that you see- mirrors dont correct em
The symbol for self-examination
Only see the truth- thats the arrangement
Im familiar with this very well
As a rapper- must maintain the clientele
My skin- is the same shade as the frame
The glass- oxblood goes through my veins
Never dusty- always polished
This mindset- never gonna abolish
Get wiser- consult the past for knowledge
Learn yo mistakes- free yaself from bondage

Chorus:
I see the frame on the wall
the broken glass in my fist & the floor
in the shards- i see my soul
laughin' at me- lost control
couldn't help it- knuckle game
got control drive from all my pain
in my life, i'm just straight up stuck
before the mirror, it was all bad luck