Caged mirror

Yo, I wake up in a vortex, torn flesh, war-pressed

Scars on my soul like a scorecard of poor bets

Mind’s a roulette, thoughts spin in confusion

Fused with delusions and lucid intrusions

I been abused by the muse, used and refused

Bruised by the truth that I choose to defuse

Tryna snooze on the pain, but it oozes and blooms

Like a noose in a room where my youth was entombed

I’m a glitch in the matrix, a twitch in the basement

A fist full of hatred, a list full of statements

Sick of this fake sh*t, I spit for the nameless

Lit with the flame of a kid who was faithless

I’m trapped in a cage, in the cracks of a mirror

Each shard shows a face that I hate getting nearer

I scream at my past, but it laughs, getting clearer

This pain ain’t a phase — it’s my fate, and it’s dearer

So don’t tell me to chill or to pray for the better

I’m the storm in the cellar, the blade in the letter

I’m the rage in the rain, I’m the chains in the sweater

I’m the voice in your brain saying, “Never say never”

I got a mind like a prison riot, ticking violent

Thoughts run silent, then bang — no sirens

I’m wired with wires, inspired by liars

With a choir of fire, and a diary of tires

Burned from the chase, every turn was a maze

I learned how to pace with a permanent daze

Now I’m hurt in a blaze, with a smirk on my face

Like, “What’s worse — being cursed, or deserted and praised?”

These verses are blades — every word is a weapon

Every lesson was a blessing from the curse of depression

I ain’t flexin’, just confessin’ the stress and aggression

That I buried in my chest, but it pressed into legend

I’m trapped in a cage, in the cracks of a mirror

Each shard shows a face that I hate getting nearer

I scream at my past, but it laughs, getting clearer

This pain ain’t a phase — it’s my fate, and it’s dearer

So don’t tell me to chill or to pray for the better

I’m the storm in the cellar, the blade in the letter

I’m the rage in the rain, I’m the chains in the sweater

I’m the voice in your brain saying, “Never say never”

I don’t rap for the cash or the glam in the room

I rap ’cause my soul got a crack and it booms

Like a bomb in a box with a lock and a tomb

Tryna talk to the doc but he talks like a goon

I’m a product of pain, not a prophet of peace

I’m a problem you frame but forgot to release

I’m the autumn of dreams when the blossom decease

I’m the monster you made when you fostered a beast

Now I stare in the glass, and I laugh at the ghost

He’s me, he’s mad — but he matters the most

So I toast to the cracks and the past that I carry

Cause the pain made me real — raw, loud, and scary.