| What do you see through the looking glass
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| Fallin' when you’re looking back
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| Can’t escape walking down this path
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| Can’t live living in the past
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| I see you, I wouldn’t want to be you
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| But it’s too late my true face becoming what I already became
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| And that’s my true state, can hurt like a toothache
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| Looking at ones' true state be exactly what you hate
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| Trying to find a new slate, think a new mind state
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| Every kid I grew up with is dead or locked behind gates
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| I guess it’s just a matter of time and I should just wait
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| Really it’s no choice it’s just words with no voice
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| Maybe action the only way to attack it
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| I’m talking life, trying to be just a little less ratchet
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| Fuck it nah, I don’t like it
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| I ain’t a psychic just by writing this shit yo I don’t feel anymore righteous
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| I’m religionless just a nigga on some nigga shit
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| Truthfully looking in my eyes, I don’t give a shit
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| Not the one to be fucking with
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| Playing with or kidding with
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| Cause shit can get real goofy
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| Fuck all that silly shit
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| Clothes dirty, gotta hand wash
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| I’m tired of eatin soups
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| Going to rack, gotta walk in groups
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| Seeing my kids but can’t touch them
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| Thinking about time feeling like nothing
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| Plus I’m fighting you trying to take mine
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| For me to adjust it’s going to take time
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| Some friends forgot about me, they don’t make time
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| Shit feel like I gotta do a straight dime
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| Nah, this ain’t no place for humans
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| But I’m strong they ain’t think I can make it
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| But they assuming, gotta read books keep my head straight
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| Tired of feeling like deadweight
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| Walk in a child fighting the staircase
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| I still smile deal with it
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| Looking through the glass while my fam visit
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| Some people got forever and a day
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| Gotta handle what come to you
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| You can’t look the other way, nah
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| No sign of weakness I would never show it
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| And if I am nervous they will never know it
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| Yeah cause I’m a soldier through it all
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| Fight the pain fact remain I couldn’t walk before I crawl
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| Time is measured by movement so I’m tryin to beat the millennium clock
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| But I keep going to jail and it feels like my life clock stops
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| Suspended in time behind bars be fucking with my mind
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| I’m from the streets so I’m racing passing batons
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| Hundred yard dashin with a brick, to the finish line
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| But I got lapped again now I’m trapped again
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| On that upstate bus I’m going back again
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| It’s like I’m dead to the world nobody writes me
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| Or come to see me, it’s like nobody likes me
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| All I got is niggas in jail trying to fight me
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| And the feds building a case trying to indict me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Looking Glass, artist - Dice Raw. Album song Jimmy's Back, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп