Conversation In The Mirror

[Intro] [ dark and Haunting]


Yo, Paul Anthony, look in the mirror, what do you see?
That outlaw's face, but he don’t wanna be free.
Chasin’ whiskey and women, livin’ in sin,
Poet whisperin’, sayin' "Dude, let the dark in."


But the road ain't clear, where you gonna go?
One side's the right, the other, just let the flow.

Chase the high, let ‘em fly, stand against the night,
Swim between the lines, fight the urge to take flight.
We’re lost in the echoes, shadows in the scene,
But hold on, Paul Anthony, life ain't what it seems.


The dusty path calls, with regrets wrapped tight,
Fading dreams like shadows, in the dead of night.
The poet laughs softly, says "Stay on this grind,"
"The water’s deep, Paul Anthony, but freedom you’ll find."


Hold on tight to the past, but dreams drift away,
Burn those bridges, let the waves have their say.

[Intro] [ dark and Haunting]


In the shadows of midnight, my mind's a maze,
Two paths ahead, caught in a smoky haze.
Paul Anthony whispers, craving a fresh start,
But poet's taunts pierce deep in my heart.


"Stay on the road, man, don’t you forget;"
"Those whiskey nights won't let you regret."


Chasing shadows while I'm lost in this strife,
Paul Anthony longs for a different life.
Poet’s pulling me back, into the sins I know,
But the path to redemption’s where I need to go.


Dusty roads lead to women, whiskey an sin in  hand,
Living fast and reckless, don’t follow the land.
Dreams faded like smoke, but they beckon me still,
"We got one more ride; let’s chase down that thrill."


"Burn those bridges, swim free from the chains,"
"Can't you see, brother? Life's just a game."


Chasing shadows while I'm lost in this strife,
Paul Anthony longs for a different life.
Poet’s pulling me back, into the sins I know,
But the path to redemption’s where I need to go.In the dark I will fight, won't drown in regret,
Paul Anthony's vision is my living bet.
Chase the high, let ‘em fly, stand against the night,
Swim between the lines, fight the urge to take flight.
We’re lost in the echoes, shadows in the scene,
But hold on, Paul Anthony, life ain't what it seems.In this mirror, I see you — us, still we stand,
Together we’re lost, yet we're still hand in hand.

Dark and Haunting dirty South hick hop swomp blues