(Verse 1)
I wake up in cold sweats, mirror's fogged like my mindset,
Mind's wrecked, rewind texts from regrets I ain't even sent.
Still boxed in my head like a FedEx shipment,
But every bar I spit’s a bomb with a death wish in it.
They say “Em, why you still mad?” — look at the blueprint,
I built this empire with loose screws and toothpicks.
Truth is, the booth is my crucifix —
I'm nailed to the sound of the past that I never could fix.
Doubted by suits, clowned in interviews,
Every headline wrote me off — till I bled through the news.
Now I’m battlin' ghosts in a gold-plated room,
Platinum plaques on the wall, still feelin' the gloom.
(Hook)
Mirror, mirror on the wall —
Why’s the man with it all still feelin’ so small?
Every time I rise, I’m bracin’ for the fall,
Built a throne outta pain — now I’m screamin’ through the halls:
“You don’t know me.”
(You don’t know me.)
“You don’t own me.”
(Never owned me.)
Tell the world I ain't broken — I’m just bleedin' poetry.
(Verse 2)
I went from trailer park trauma to trauma in mansions,
Fame's a house of mirrors where you dance with your phantoms.
Lost friends, lost Kim, lost proof, lost grip,
And I still can't find where the real Marshall lives.
People love the pain but ignore the progression,
They want Slim Shady, not Marshall’s confessions.
But I ain’t here to regress or bless the same lesson,
I’m the answer to a generation’s bottled-up questions.
I’m the voice in your headphones when you wanted to quit,
I’m the reason your blade stopped short of the wrist.
I ain’t savin’ the world — but I spit it how it is,
Cuz I came from nothin’ too, and I still exist.
(Hook)
Mirror, mirror on the wall —
Why’s the man with it all still feelin’ so small?
Every time I rise, I’m bracin’ for the fall,
Built a throne outta pain — now I’m screamin’ through the halls:
“You don’t know me.”
(You don’t know me.)
“You don’t own me.”
(Never owned me.)
Tell the world I ain't broken — I’m just bleedin' poetry.
(Bridge – Spoken, Half-Rapped)
Yeah… I know what you’re thinkin’.
“How many times this man gonna come back from the brink?”
Every time. Every single time.
‘Cause I made peace with my monsters —
Now I let ‘em rhyme.
(Final Hook – Intense)
Mirror, mirror on the wall —
Tried to bury me alive, but I crawled through it all.
Every scar I got’s just a medal from the brawl,
Now I rap with my demons — and we break every law.
You don’t know me.
(You don’t know me.)
You can’t clone me.
(Never phony.)
I’m the realest there is — still breathin’ through poetry.
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