Broken Mirrors

Oh Broken mirrors oh Broken mirrors oh I used to look in broken mirrors oh Asking god for a miracle I'm needing his spiritual People wearing faces when its not who they appear to be And thats how it is usually This pain been abusing me Can't make up for the time lost The world make a nigga cold hearted jack frost I used to wear my heart they made a nigga take it off Had people in my life why did god kill em off Man I been living lost I just need em back i ask the lord what it cost Dont wanna walk this earth but ima do it like a boss Yea, Rick ross It's a 50 50 chance that i live to see the end coin toss I rather crash out before i take another loss I rap about my pain 'fore i get lost in my thoughts Can't hang around them fake niggas shit be rubbing off Only need my main hittas when I'm taking off I learned to stay quiet and chase a check Cause niggas they be lurking they want ya head Doing all that posting won't be direct And people they be wit you until you wreck I just want my momma to live and rest And she dont me to go and make a mess But niggas steady trying to beef through text We aiming for they head and hitting necks To make it out the struggle my biggest flex You ain't gotta tell me i know I'm next I used to look in broken mirrors oh Asking god for a miracle I'm needing his spiritual People wearing faces when it's not who they appear to be And thats how it is usually This pain been abusing me Can't make up for the time lost The world make a nigga cold hearted jack frost I used to wear my heart they made a nigga take it off Had people in my life why did god kill em off Long live the guys but I'm still tryna live long Thinking bout my pain but my people tell me stay strong So i just been on go it aint no brake I put my foot on Need my pockets full talking foot long Just watch how i go get it all year long Be putting that shit on but ion put on And never i been perfect i done did wrong You wanna know about me i got hit songs Yea look And it's a couple verses i dont miss on Yea, but they ain't ready for it People talk about me they ain never even met your boy Niggas daily hating got me thinking like i know he bored Family wearing fake love they can get that shit from any store Where the real people guess they aint making them anymore Nah, and it aint many more Touch a couple dollars then it's right back to the planning board Think I'm playing with em but that playing dont win no awards I used to look in broken mirrors oh Asking god for a miracle I'm needing his spiritual People wearing faces when its not who they appear to be And thats how it is usually This pain been abusing me Can't make up for the time lost The world make a nigga cold hearted jack frost I used to wear my heart they made a nigga take it off Had people in my life why did god kill em off Man Why did god kill em off, off