I don't wanna talk pride let's just let it go I just keep my eyes wide and my head low Used to keep my mind high and my breath slow
Then I learned that worshipping idols is worse than death row Yeah right, dawg. Why you always gotta say these things And why your breath smell like blue cheese and onion rings How come every time you hate it's from computer screens But when it's time to face me your facetime ain't answering I'm just joshing though, ain't got no haters yet Not even 24 like Lakers were in 96 And yo your granny know me she say that the flow is sick She bake me apple pie, I bite it say that was delish (Yum!) And I don't ever gotta wash a dish again I'm dripping hard I got water like Lake Michigan (Bro, stop that was really corny) (Yeah that was corny like) Like Kansas my stanzas been stuck in wonderland I'm so famished I'm stammering for a couple grand I can't stand it, I'm staring him straight up in his eyes And now this wizard says that everything I know is a lie No, I really don't believe it I didn't come this far on yellow bricks to be defeated I feel cheated Like everyone around me is on the inside of a joke And I'm just Truman stuck inside the show I wish that I could see a little clearer I wish I liked the guy in the mirror I wish that I could be more honest baby when modesty isn't an option I wish that I knew where to go When the last page of the storybook closes And my sanity is back on the shelf And the time for being hopeful is over Lately baby I've been going crazy Maybe I could go insane or maybe you could come and save me I don't really like to play but if insisted I'd say maybe we could figure it out, right? The man in the mirror says I am not good enough Only thing I could do right is write a few rhymes but I don't sing well enough Only time I can defeat my mind is when my mind is all filled up With pins and needles bran and beetles and plenty of reasons to man up That's a placebo effect I got a lion inside of my veins, scarecrow inside of my head I tried to find my mind but lately I can't even get out of bed These lions tigers bears, oh me oh my I might be dead Well, I wish that I could see a little clearer I wish I liked the guy in the mirror I wish that I could be more honest baby when modesty isn't an option I wish that I knew where to go When the last page of the storybook closes And my sanity is back on the shelf And the time for being hopeful is over I am the son of a woman and man who are polar opposites Diametric opposition I hide behind this wall of confidence, fearful competition Between me and the man in the mirror The man has a beard and the man isn't me, it's my Dad I feel myself slipping into his shoes Genetic requisition I guess Now, does it make me an indigo child if I'm half painted red and I'm half painted blue And at the end of the day does it matter to say that I'm purple if it don't feel true And what if I'm green, right? What if I'm orange? What if I'm tie dye, lilac, or chartreuse? Because if the painter's blind then there ain't no use There's no valid excuse There's no reason at all for you to be so obtuse Because every color looks the same in the dark And if the world was blind I would still miss the mark And after all this time nobody can tell me why the subject matter is never quite as beautiful as the art.
Writer(s): Eric Grooms