The Mirror

I’m punching my fist through the mirror
Running away from my fears
Contemplating if I made the right choice
Sell my soul to satan
Bitch I might boy
Cause I feel trapped
Everybody that’s like me feel that
Saying they relating
To my real raps
Tryna find happiness
And steal that
But shit ain’t been the same
Since Peep passed
He was the one to help me through it
Now he gone
Man how do I do it?
Listen to his old songs
While i’m writing the music
Wishing that I could have met him
But he up where the moon is
Looking down on the outcasts
Started a movement
Pick it up where he left off
I’m in a different genre
But I got the same cause
Helping people out
That just feel lost
Saying throw the middle finger
To your dang boss
Cause he don’t ever know
What it feel like
When you working 3 jobs
And got no life
And you showing up late
Cause your car died
Man
Fuck that said
All lies
He don’t give a fuck
Like all lives
Matter movement
Thinking of moving
Out to the middle of the ocean
People are clueless
I don’t know what i’m doing
Think I need a restart
Jumper cable my heart
Trying to run through life
No light in the dark
No sun in the sky
When I go outside
Wanna hop in a new whip
Go for a ride
But nothing new
I’m a loser
Oh my god
But they don’t say it to me
I’m the only one that’s waiting for me
I don’t think they ever praying on me
Only fucking thing they want
Is if I blow
They can get some jewelry
Man I don’t give a fuck about nobody
Cause nobody care for me
Only thing they think about is them
But fuck it
C’est la vie
I’m always sticking right by my friends
Until it’s rest in peace
Gripping on my mic til' the end
When they gone let me sing
I’m belting out like Aretha
Want my respect
No I need it
I‘m working hard man
That’s my reason
To keep me going
Right through the seasons
Even when It’s dead outside
And freezing
I got this moment
And i’m gunna seize it
But no one sees it
Stevie even
Wonder why
I’m even breathing
Type out a whole song
Then delete it
Now everybody
Ask me for features
Tell em my price tag
And then they freaking
Out at me
And they go to tweeting
«wow jp ask for way too much»
«but I just spent a weeks pay on some blunts»
«and tried to have a three way with some sluts»
«but they didn’t give me lee way»
«cause I suck»
Yea you do
You is right
Fuck away from me tonight
Got a couple hits i’m about to write
Let me fucking live my life
I’ve been
Running in circles
Did it for long
That my feet turned purple
Everything that won’t kill you
Will hurt you
In some ways
Wanna take off
But i’m on the runway
Got too much shit on my plate
I’m stuck inside this damn plane
I wanna pop some champaign
But i’m single like campaigns
But no I ain’t complaining
Talk about my life
And how it’s faded
From the times of «That So Raven»
Friday nights
And week vacations
Some Nintendo
Some Playstation
Sean comes over
We go crazy
Football in the backyard playing
I’m Randy
And he Tom Brady
We played B Ball
I was KG
He was Pierce
From 3 he draining
Wiffle ball
It started raining
Now i’m lonely
Still ain’t famous
Shit is moving slow
I hate it
Wanna speed it up
I guess my shit ain’t mean enough
I don’t talk about pills or lean enough
I mean they can’t see me
John Cena stuff
I’m heating up
I’ll leave the dust
Behind
While i’m peeling off
The ceiling off
The whip
Is it real enough?
I’ll take a pic
To prove to pricks
That I ain’t fucking make it up
They don’t really wanna see me like that
They probably wanna just see me fall flat
On my fucking face an laugh
Funny cause they hate themselves
The boss keeps yelling at em
«make them sales»
«this money ain’t gone make it self»
I’m gone make it
Save it well
Take some money for myself
Go to stores buy the whole self
Stay the week 5 star hotel
Easily pay my whole bail
If I beat your ass right now
Keep on hating
Watch me plow
Your bitch
Your better off with no bitch
I took her right in front of you dog
But you too stupid to even notice