Mirror Talk III

(OPENING)
The mirror ain’t waitin’—it’s leanin’ forward like it’s pissed, like it’s tired of all the moments that I swore I wouldn’t miss. Like it’s sayin’, “You got heart, but you ain’t never use ‘to resist,” and the man inside the glass looks ready to coexist… 

(VERSE 1)
He steps out with that cold stare, jaw tight like steel, says, “You talk about redemption, but you scared to make it real. You keep braggin’ ’bout your growth, but you still bargain with your guilt. You ain’t changin’—you just paintin’ over cracks you never filled.”
I step up—
He laughs like he’s been waitin’ for the spark, like he’s hopin’ I’ll collapse so he can drag me in the dark.
He says, “You want forgiveness? Then stop hidin’ every mark. You want freedom? Then stop treatin’ every wound like it’s a scar.”
I fire back—
“You ain’t runnin’ this no more.”
He smirks, “Boy, you said that every time you hit the floor. Every time you swore you’d rise, you crawled right back into that war. You ain’t fightin’ for your future—you just fightin’ to restore, the same pain you fight, is the one you adore.”

(HOOK)
Mirror talk…
You been swingin’ at my pride, but I’m done lettin’ every weakness be the place I go to hide.
Mirror talk…
You been draggin’ out my sins, but I’m steppin’ in the fire just to burn the man within.
Mirror talk…
You can test me if you want—
I ain’t foldin’ like before, I’m the storm you can’t confront, the one who’s been washed upon the shore..

(VERSE 2)
He tries to throw my failures like a blade across my throat, every moment I was broken, every promise that I wrote.
But I don’t flinch—
I step closer like I’m ready for the smoke, like I’m done bein’ the victim in the stories that he spoke...
He says, “You ain’t built for this.”
I say, “Watch me prove you wrong.”
He says, “You’ll will fall again.”
I say, “Then I’ll rise twice as strong.”
He says, “You’re still that kid who never felt like he belonged.”
I say, “That kid survived hell—now he’s the reason I am strong.”
The mirror starts to tremble like it’s losin’ all control, like it’s realizin’ I ain’t scared of what it’s tryin’ to unfold.
He says, “You’re changin’ way too fast.”
I say, “That’s what bein’ bold feels like when you stop lettin’ all your nightmares take a grip in the fold.”

(BRIDGE)
Maybe the mirror ain’t the monster—it’s the battlefield I need.
Maybe every time it cuts me is a chance for me to bleed out the poison I been keepin’ while my demons tried to feed.
Maybe pain becomes a weapon when you learn to make it lead.

(FINAL OUTRO)
Now I’m starin’ at the glass like, “You ain’t breakin’ me tonight.”
Not the boy who used to tremble—I’m the man who’s  came to fight.
And the mirror starts to grin like it’s ready to ignite…
But I grin a little bigger—
’Cause I’m the one who owns the night…

Mumble rap, trap, hip hop, dark gospel vibe rap, bluesie