The City's Mirror
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
When you start to wipe it down, is the vision more clearer?
Or does it start to make it worse from all the dirt and the shame?
No matter what the people see, they never know where you came
Turn rags into riches
Ladies into Bitches
Money can turn a angel to the mind of a witches
See you grew up with nothing
And you made it into something
Praying to God that you dont change from the fame thats becoming
All the world tried to teach you was " you need to sell your brand"
So you tried to wipe away all of the flaws with your hand
And you forget where you came from, the city that hoisted that mirror
Maybe if you wipe with windex, you'll see the vision more clearer
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