Yo, I’m trapped in a mirror maze, see my face in a hundred frames,

Yo, I’m trapped in a mirror maze, see my face in a hundred frames, Each one twisted with rage, spittin’ flames like hunger games. Mind's a jungle, thoughts rumble like a murder train, my words hold pain, struggle, muscle through the sun and the rain. I was raised where the winters bite and the summers numb, Where the streets taught math—count your sins, subtract the dr#gs. A product of pressure, I’m pressin’ the message in every bar, Engine revvin’, confessions in sessions behind battle scars. I'm the shadow in your subconscious, stompin' with syllables, Flippin’ miracles, visuals vivid like inner visuals. You talk slick, I talk missiles—lexical heatwaves, Break a beat into pixels, leave it drippin’ in deep graves. I spit scriptures encrypted in rhythms you can't decode, With a pen that paints pictures of prisons and lands erode. I’m not a rapper—I’m wrath with a pad, attackin’ the page, With a passion that’s blastin’ through every crack in the cage. yeah, you though you could hurt me but guess what, iv already been in the dust, you think your so good but your just as dumb as a nob on the door, you say im short ass and stupid and deserve to die, well guess what I'd rather be in the physco ward then have to put on a smile and pretend that it's all okay. they say your in a rainbow family cause ur parents are gay. But honesty i think ur real parents just up left and gave you away..