A reflection is shadow made of light. I look at myself. “Who you trying to fight?“
You know he’s crooked cause his head is cocked. It’s rebellion. His past is in flames, he’s a hellion. That’s why he don’t hear what they be tellin him. He hears his own music. He let’s it in, he grooves it. It flows through his body when he moves it. You can always be happy if you choose it. Listen to the dope beats and keep a couple close to your throne seat. It’s emotion in wave form. There is no rawer art or rarer reward. For if you truly listen changes will start in the you-est you.
I was shocked too but I swear, it’s true. All sorts of things will change you, if you let them.