Reflections
[Intro: FishyRap]
Looking back on the things I've done
I don't know
Where it started to go this bad
When I started to trade tid for tad
And a tech-9 looks rad
Till someone pops off in your face (Ay)
Reflections on my time in the race
[Verse 1: DJ Professor O-K]
Day one and I’m seeking redemption
As I start the engine
Screaming as I blast by (Corolla)
Suspicious fellas on the sidewalk
Have no interest for a quick small talk
On a secret mission – hard to see me stalk
Peace is not the answer
‘bout to go down hard as cancer
This rhythm ain’t no dancer
‘cus I could be dead for all I know
This is thе final straw
To get out of this mess
Do I need to say this twice (today)
This will go down quickly
As my rеflections hits me back
Kept my gun in the back-pack
A sacrifice using sword for next attack
‘cus how else make this shit a decent track
And how I gonna eat without a snack
If I start to fall behind
The next guy
Who only wanna stay in front of the next guy
No, no guy wanna be the next guy, to die
[Chorus: DJ Professor O-K]
Shattered glass, scars, my broken bones
Lying on the floor, drowning in my blood
Mirror, mirror, I was misunderstood
My reflections fades away with old-fashioned phones
[Verse 2: FishyRap]
Day two and I'm feeling sober
As I drive down the highway
Holla as I pass by (Corolla)
Some pretty ladies down the street
Could get 'em easy like a cheat-sheet
But I'm on a mission — 'bout to get the meat
Gun is loaded, I never retreat
Pray to God I won't see no defeat
Pray I won't have to run from no heat
'cus I can't be caught out now
This my last job before I go
And get out of this life
Though I've already said that twice (this week)
But this will be different right?
I need some reflections on my life
But this strap is my life-line
Would die without a gun on my waist-line
'cus there's some sharks in this cloud nine
And how I gonna eat if I don't get mine
If I start to fall behind
The next guy
Who only wanna stay in front of the next guy
No, no guy wanna be the next guy, to die
And fuck it, the king of this circle is I
[Chorus: DJ Professor O-K]
Shattered glass, scars, my broken bones
Lying on the floor, drowning in my blood
Mirror, mirror, I was misunderstood
My reflections fades away with old-fashioned phones
[Verse 3: FishyRap]
Day three or four, I don't even remember
But I'm feeling cold like it's December
"Ay, can you, could you turn the heat up?"
I get a cold stare from a policeman
He's telling me to think this through
Has laid out a plan, what he wants me to do
But I've been thinking of my place in this life
Why I called the game my fucking wife
And you know? I don't know
Where it started to go this bad
When I started to trade tid for tad
But I know I ain't, no, never been a snitch
[Outro: FishyRap]
Ay, shut the fuck up bitch
