Through Moving Mirrors
Through moving mirrors i see
the cracks and dirt
I see young girls wanting
diamonds and pearls
I see young gents chasing every
short skirt.
These days people do crazy shit
in the name of swag
For an example of what I mean
take a trip down my street.
Through these mirrors
I see the lies and deception
Aint nobody trying to make a
holy connection
I see us slowly going down
Down,down as we pave our way
to the grave when it all ends we
will realize that it was all pain
and no gain
Through these moving mirrors
I see materialistic bitches
Full of lust and greed for worldly
Riches
Fornicating with a man twice her
age just coz he can afford those
louis v slippers
It give me the shivers
Coz when I look through these
mirrors I see pieces of me,
Piece he,pieces of she,pieces of
we who continuosly conform to
society
Slaves to the trends of what's
out and what's in.
Could someone pls tell me
whatsapp with the status
Check in at the races Durban
july let's face it
Most fake it before they make
it.
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