Letter 2 Tha Mirror....

I never Tripp, like leopard print,
I'm talking Skinny jeans.....My verses now tighter than they've ever been,
the Music is irrelevant....that means it's gone,
if YOU can't understand the message like Nextel Speakerphones,
a KINGless throne, like a beat without a home,
I would rathe never record, than to see my sound get cloned,
or to Be around a clone, like a Star Wars jedi,
or rather Star Trak, I've been Seeing Sounds before....
I could hear them, now this Poet in the mirror got MY BACK,
and Bentley, and Benz's, it's as clear as corrective lenses,
I can SEE now, soon as my wallet start gettin' heavy,
all this pressure on my Levies, could drown a whole city,
1st check, how many figures? I figure 8,
hopped out that INFINITI into a figure 8,
Same Thing, only on my dinner plate, now a BIGger steak,
living Great, I rate a 94...like the interstate,
that means the teacher gives an Am til' I wake,
and notice, like evictions, that this isn't my day,
better yet, this isn't the way, I'm tryna BE,
but these tracks like PONY's, I jump on it, nobody Genu-wine as me,
PAGE ONE, young boy with too many years too count,
PAGE TWO, foreign cars with too many gears too count,
PAGE THREE, his times up and he fears that now,
PAGE FOUR is when the tears come down, HEAR ME OUT,
Cause....every page is a stage, and every age brings a change,
every BOOK is a new life, starting plainer than Lay's,
ORIGINAL....a feature that's prolly good for you to follow,
PRAY for me, because they tell me HollyWood can make you Hollow.
Chapter One
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