Lines In A Mirror Lryics

🎭 Title: "Lines In a Mirror" (5-minute lyrical journey) (Intro – Spoken Word tone, slow tempo) I seen shadows dance when the lights went out... Reflection ain’t real when your mind got doubt. A cracked mirror showed me the past in pieces, Truth drip slow — but the hurt increases... (Verse 1 – storytelling) I traced my pain in a fogged-up glass, Every breath I took just revealed my past. Momma said, “Boy, don’t run too fast,” But I was laced in hunger, built to outlast. Mirror got lines like verses I write, Truth in the surface, lie in the light. Seen my own eyes blink back in spite, Like, “Who you gon’ be when the fame ain’t right?” Face of a king, scars of a slave, Soul in a cage, thoughts in a rave. Every metaphor deep like a grave, I dig through trauma with the ink I pave. (Bridge – shift in flow, faster) Hustle in my iris, pain in my posture, Lines like vines — I’m growin' through the foster. Abandoned by comfort, adopted by chaos, Wrote my own gospel while they prayin’ to the payoff. Blood on the keyboard, sweat in the cadence, Heart in the booth, no ghost, no maintenance. I see me — not the me you be seein’, But the me that existed when silence was screamin’. (Hook – haunting and echo-like) Lines in a mirror — who that be? Is it Nero Dubb, or who they want from me? Every crack got a story that the world don’t see, I just rhyme in the gaps ‘til the whole soul free. Lines in a mirror — talkin' back with heat, Sayin’ “Fix what you hide, not just fixin’ a beat.” Now I scribble in steam where the truth repeats... And I rap with the ghosts that don’t rest in peace. (Verse 2 – metaphor-heavy, abstract imagery) My tears wrote novels in the frost of a window, My fears take form like smoke from Indo. The man in the mirror speak Morse in tempo, Sayin’ “Don’t let pain make your soul a rental.” I seen time do yoga on my wrist — it stretch, Minutes bend backward when your mind can’t rest. I don’t flex with a chain, I flex with intent, And I built every bar like a protest tent. Yeah... Cops flash lights, but I shine from within, Whole system rigged — still I’m destined to win. That mirror got smudges from the past I defend, But I wipe it with poems and verses I send. (Verse 3 – spoken-rhythmic jazz style) Mirror mirror on the wall... Why I feel rich when I got nothin’ at all? Why I feel peace when the world want war? Why my tears silent but my heart still roar? It’s that Dubb logic, paradox polished, Verses like sermons, but never too modest. Heard lies sell fast, but truth be the hottest, I don’t follow waves, I’m the tide, I promise. (Bridge 2 – wild tempo switch) Pop off — inner monologue goin’ Mach 10, Talkin' to myself like, “Yo, we locked in.” Mirror got bars, I reply with a pen, Every rhyme a confession I breathe again. Therapy session with a loop and a beat, Got trauma in layers like Jordan’s feet. Don’t care ‘bout the fame or elite retreat, I'm here for the souls still stuck on repeat. (Final Hook – crescendo) Lines in a mirror — deep like truth, They show you the storm but not the proof. I stare through steam just to see my youth, And rap for the ones who ain't bulletproof. Lines in a mirror — crack but stay, Reflection don’t lie when the pain don’t play. I write to survive in a world so gray, Every metaphor mine — I ain't throwin' it away. (Outro – fading echo, piano chords under it) Yeah... The mirror don’t lie, but it don’t speak loud. So I rap my confessions, floatin’ through the cloud. Every line a ripple in a still dark sea, And when I look in the mirror... I finally see me.