Yo, image is everything
you might not think it, but it is.
How you're perceived, never matches whats in the mirror,
And when you find out whats in your mind is wrong,
It can kill ya.
Never let the ego in your brain get too big,
so gigantic, like the titanic it brings you down
Without warning, just the sound will make you drown
deeper, makes you colder. Makes you become older.
Makes you evaluate, reevaluate, start over.
Cos your sister, mother, father, brother grew up with your appearance.
To everyone else its a new experience.
Judging eyes, looking at your disguise, never knew it was as built up as the Mayans.
You're just another working dog talking.The family guy, Brian.
Thought you were bright, shining but in reality your dying,
Dying to unveil the real you. But the real you. Is the one they don't like.
So here we go.
You can't change. Even if you wanted to. Even if you tried.
Lazy, unkempt, a mess, organised chaos is your life.
Hidden and covered behind so many different layers is the star that you are
Drink, drink, drink. Emotions overflowing, splurging out of every thought you can think of.
In the crevice of who you really are, behind the iron bars, sleeping away in the back of your car,
Seeing red, erupting craters of mars.
Time to claim back what it is and cut what it ain't, cover yourself in your best war paint,
Time to fight, a long pointless life battle, because if you don't you'll never die great.
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