Who could have known things would've got this bad
I try to crack a smile but, my heart's still sad
Damn,
Still seeing him is quite reflective
Told him that he’s limited
But he said that he’s protected
If he was loose the world wouldn’t respect it
So to remain caged seems to be the better method
His vision is not something others can see
Blind eyes, no lie he reflects me
Locked by the fear of my own creativity
And that man inside the mirror seems to be my only key
But it’s me that keeps him trapped
In confusion I hold him back
I let go, but then I relapse
Back with the block, shot, go run the lap
Full circle
But no more can I continue on this path
Drop all the chains set him free at last
Like Cooke said “a change gon come”
And I will be the greatest when it’s all said and done
I will be what I can be
Really what that is
Is being the best me
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