This is a little collab Arch, Mr. Style and I (Jeffry) collaborated on. The 3 of us were bored one day in the FL Chat and decided to jump on an OM collab thinking it would be a good idea. Things weren't as smooth as I thought they would be, but nevertheless these two never seem to let me down or disapoint me. Anyways, Reflections in the Mirror. Id like to thank both Arch and Mr. Style in their input, anyways feedback is appreciated.
The Order:
- Me (Jeffry)
- Mr. Style
- Arch
Jeffry:
“Jeff, youre a disgrace to this family”, that’s all I hear on a daily basis,
Lettin everyone down, wishin there was something I could do to change the look on their faces,
Look at the family album, each picture is the same - every picture is a blur,
Turn the page, I see everyone disappointed in me, so I ask myself when did this occur
Reflect on my present life, but my mind wants me to keep livin in the past,
Im trying to slow down but my foot keeps accelerating on the pedal fast,
The road goes on for miles, I slowly begin to slow down, but my visions aren’t clear,
Lookin back into my life, like im always stuck lookin behind me, like whats in the mirror,
Overconfidence was my rise, getting cut short was my downfall back to reality,
Just wish I could be appreciated be every member of society, including my family,
Mirrors crack every time I take a glance, guess I wasn’t worth being invested in,
Lookin back now, my every thought and action has me simply second guessin
Mr. Style:
The greens gone, I need something to fiend on
Look in the mirror and theres a Royce disk playin for the theme song
I dream long, through the tough days, scuffed legs
My minds telling me I'm doin it right, but my hearts sayin Hes Wrong
I never meant to bleed, naw.. Hearing the gossip of my best friend
I should just stick to the gang tat the ink on my chest says
I should give it a rest, dead.. My families feelin threatened
I look in the mirror and see the bruises all over my head 'nd
It's crescent, like the moon of which I live under
Kids hunger, nothing to feel good about in this summer
But I'm the hottest thing goin, and when I look at my reflection
Perception eats my inside.. My lifes no different from a recession
The Archetype:
I question my reflection. What I see doesn't reveal all that I'm stressing
I know it's my equal but that person feels like someone from another dimension
A mask blankets my feelings. An inner voice speaks... asks if I'm worthless
Facial features placid. Beneath a creature's wrath scratches the surface
My laugh's tone is nervous. I'm the only one that can see through my facade
Forced to conform to the norm. I know my thoughts would be viewed as odd
So I'm perceived as even keeled... believing still one day I'll rout the stress
Cuz my life feels like I'm walking on eggshells... on a high wire... without a net
In the mirror I look joyful, vibrant... like I like shit
But I feel like the mirror does... cold, lifeless... like my life's shit
I still move on past those showing traits of fakes and all my old mistakes
Cuz I can shatter my reflection but I'm more difficult to break
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