I preach, they listen.
I move, they follow.
I try, they push me.
I respond, I'm jailed.

That's lyf for a black person in society.
They look at us and preach peace but wen facing they vanity, they show they deepest selfs.
We were lyk pieces hanging from a shelf.
The past still hurts wen u hear your grandmother talking about getting hit with a blelt.

A mirror has secrets like a wall that's been stained.
Blood, *** it has seen it all.
But a mirror, a broken mirror could be the most judgemental object you'll face in your life.
Cause every time you look at it, it reflects what happened to you.