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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 It's 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- what's 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 World's 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- it's never deceptive flaws that you see- mirrors don't correct em The symbol for self-examination Only see the truth- that's the arrangement I'm 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 |