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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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