Player's Reflection

🎤 West Coast Preachin’: “Player’s Reflection”

(Chorus)

I been a player, thought I had the game on lock,

But every love I touched, ended up in shock.

Commitment got me runnin’, heart steady duckin’,

Chasin’ surface thrills, but my soul ain’t nothin’.

It’s time to face the man starin’ back in the glass,

Break the cycle, heal the wounds, let the pain finally pass.

(Verse 1)

Yo, it start with the spark, attraction in the air,

Whirlwind romance, I’m actin’ like I care.

But soon as it deepens, walls start to rise,

I disengage quick, can’t look her in the eyes.

Feels instinctual, like I’m programmed to flee,

But that cycle’s killin’ parts of me silently.

I laugh with the fellas, say I’m playin’ the field,

But inside, broken pieces never fully healed.

(Verse 2)

See, reflection is the key, I gotta peep my own ways,

Past loves and patterns, replayin’ like a maze.

Do I choose the cold hearts that match my disguise,

Or sabotage the warmth when it’s real, cut ties?

I been scared of connection, fearin’ bein’ exposed,

So I trade depth for shallow, and watch doors close.

Every queen I ghost, every vibe I waste,

Leaves me emptier inside, got a hollow taste.

(Chorus)

I been a player, thought I had the game on lock,

But every love I touched, ended up in shock.

Commitment got me runnin’, heart steady duckin’,

Chasin’ surface thrills, but my soul ain’t nothin’.

It’s time to face the man starin’ back in the glass,

Break the cycle, heal the wounds, let the pain finally pass.

(Bridge – Preachin’ Flow)

Brothers, you can’t mask loneliness with new names,

Or hide from yourself in the rules of the game.

Superficial livin’ leaves your spirit starved,

Love ain’t a hustle, it’s the balm for your scars.

So dig in your past, uncover them fears,

Acknowledge your pain, let it cleanse with tears.

Don’t run from the chance to be truly seen,

‘Cause the player life fades, but the soul still dreams.

(Verse 3)

I want meaning, not just numbers in my phone,

A woman who can see me, and still call me home.

No more dodgin’ truth, no more shallow disguise,

Time to break the cycle, let my spirit rise.

Real strength is in love, in trust, in embrace,

Not the mask I was wearin’, not the fronts I would chase.

I’m steppin’ out the shadow, onto brighter days,

From a player to a king who got wisdom in his ways.

(Outro – Spoken Preach)

Fellas, if you livin’ in the cycle, recognize the cost.

Don’t wait ‘til every real connection’s lost.

Commitment-phobia ain’t strength, it’s fear in disguise,

But love—real love—will open your eyes.