The Mirror - Jpaulished

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