Sometimes the man in the mirror don't always see the man, but he sees his underestimated left hand and a plan that even at night, he can't seem to understand. The need to watch everyone else's life thinking he's slick but actually Its Sick, as I choke and or gag, he knows his mind is On the image he have... He hears me in his mind, but drink down his crimes.
Watching his life through the mirror and labyrinth. Im tired of searching for this Man. Sandman or LL.Cool J sende another Dream. Some things as adults we Would never UNDERSTAND.... GOD'S PLAN
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