Reflections

Man, I'm sick and tired of looking at reflections,

The man staring back has so many imperfections,

So he needs to get act together,

Make some corrections,

Needs to get his act together,

Make some corrections,

But damn; I'm sick and tired of all these inspections,

It's like the people are split into different sections,

The Good, The Bad, And The Ones With Exceptions,

The Good, The Bad, And The Ones With Exceptions,

I hate reputations they drive me fucking mad,

But maybe that's 'cause the one that I've got is bad,

But it's good to think about the one that I had,

I can remember that and feel really glad,

I've got that reputation from my dad,

He was never around; so think about the chance that he had,

But I'm not gonna go on about that,

I'm gonna carry on with these rhymes that I've spat.

 

I'm gonna keep calm and carry on,

I'll focus on the family I've got with my mom,

And I'll focus on the songs that are gonna be spun,

Because to myself I'll know the war is won,

So yeah what I did was keep calm and carry on,

And these rhymes are like my atomic bombs,

So when they hit the ground my anger will be gone,

When they hit the ground my anger will be gone.