Verse 1: They come in all different shapes All different sizes- all different places Some for fun- others for occasion We use it everyday for morning? preparation It's used in fairy tales for guidance Also folklore- keeps people silent Tales, bad omens- take bloody mary Call 5 times- then behind she arrives Same with candyman- through the gla** movement Even seein? ghosts- mysterious illusions The gla** has held superstition- very dark past & today no different When you look- shows ya past & ya soul But it could k**- if you look without self control 7 yrs bad luck if it break So if you look back & crack ya past- what's ya fate Chorus: I see the frame on the wall The broken gla** in my fist & the floor In the shards- i see my soul Laughin' at me- lost control Couldn't help it- knuckle game Got control drive from all my pain In my life, i'm just straight up stuck Before the mirror, it was all bad luck Verse 2: I used to despise the mirror- I used to look past the image Just in fear of Everything was going on at the time Coming through the gla**, going out of my mind Saw ugly- failure- lonely- angry Despair- dread & d**h were after me I was frustrated- unappreciated Hated myself- no weight in my belt World's on my shoulders- then I lost composure The good that was left- then far from over I got meaner- became a violent dreamer Developed the demeanor of a discombobulated soldier Jealous- my soul on fire- had the desire To wish it all away Till I took- 1 good look & found what it took to make a better day Chorus: I see the frame on the wall The broken gla** in my fist & the floor In the shards- i see my soul Laughin' at me- lost control Couldn't help it- knuckle game Got control drive from all my pain In my life, i'm just straight up stuck Before the mirror, it was all bad luck Verse 3: In the mirror, you can never hide from yourself The reflection is yours & nobody else It never lies- it's never deceptive Flaws that you see- mirrors don't correct em The symbol for self-examination Only see the truth- that's the arrangement I'm familiar with this very well As a rapper- must maintain the clientele My skin- is the same shade as the frame The gla**- oxblood goes through my veins Never dusty- always polished This mindset- never gonna abolish Get wiser- consult the past for knowledge Learn yo mistakes- free yaself from bondage Chorus: I see the frame on the wall The broken gla** in my fist & the floor In the shards- i see my soul Laughin' at me- lost control Couldn't help it- knuckle game Got control drive from all my pain In my life, i'm just straight up stuck Before the mirror, it was all bad luck