Behind The Mirrors (Trapped)
Re-incarnated, but banished into the mirrors. A song about someone lost; on the outside looking in. Props to Karosene Prodcutions on this beat.
Been into this rap thing for 20 years now, listening and studying more than practicing. At 25 years old, I'm finally making moves. Yeah, it's long over due, but it is all in due time. Listening to my songs and checking out my page, people may get the idea that J Malice is a monster or sicko; couldn't be further from the truth. J Malice has a heart and is willing to bet any amount of wealth that it's bigger than anyone who chooses to come through here. Don't judge a book by it's cover. You have to open the pages and read inside if you really want to know about someone.
Lyrics
Innocence is the only gift we're given in life
Why would I open up the wrong door
I stare at myself in the mirror, but my reflection looks the other way
is there anything worse than not knowing
In my holy temple I look upon the weakness/
plain and simple, I contain tons of secrets/
sleep with materialistic pieces to creep into/
the night and eliminate hundreds of sons in sequence/
on and frequent, so make your Jesus call/
I've been indecent and evil since a little fetus ball/
through these weaving halls inside my dome, you'll see it all/
my soul haunts those who chose to bleed and fall/
a past-life-casualty lost despite the omens/
heart of a champion with a mind used to fight the Romans/
inside my home is where I hold magic pliers to open/
the mystique which carries me, unblind and coping/
staying loyal is my trademark, when times are hard to grasp/
eyes so sharp, they trim and leave shards of glass/
metallic embarking tasks surpass the equivalent of cars with gas/
I taunt the outside world, you witness sparks of mass/
twisted behavior with two mentalities mixed/
long-ago-fatality, but the crude reality exists/
that other brain never died, but the soul chose to rise through clouds and mist/
multiple personality completes my persona, but leaves a thousand if's/
questionable method of madness struck the Earth/
the day I was created and when the other hugged the dirt/
I love to hurt on purpose and shrug at church/
claiming responsibilty for the universe on sudden alert/
slayings in a spurt with not a moment's hesitation/
I know where you are just like I own your destination/
loads of sensation overflow from foes in desecrations/
detonation of my thoughts reveal a hopeful celebration/
as time goes by, the cemetaries get packed/
everyone will be deceased and I swear I'll be last/
bear the fact, I survive by my perishable acts/
I'm here and now as well as there in the past
I don't really know if I'm evil or devine/
people get paranoid when seeing me behind/
in the bedroom or maybe the bathroom/
I'm standing right there, staring right at you/
although I'm not exactly sure the reason why I'm here/
keeping those unaware, alligned with fear/
don't know what happened, what's the answer, let me find it clear/
I'm stuck trapped, Behind The Mirrors
I'm lost in deviation, time excuses another day/
stare at the mirror, but my reflection looks the other way/
imprisoned by my passion for ascending the wrong path/
drowning immensely in fears disguised as wrong facts/
hesitation dictates the actions of my being/
hypnotic states of confusion, keep me from seeing/
feeling of nostalgia activated by childhood memories/
longing for that care-free touch of elementary/
mediate in between both life and death/
scrutinize daily, how much light is left/
envision brightness outshining the darkness/
discombobulation overflows, (happiness, happiness)but happiness is within reach, regardless/
reality of knowing what is known tears the soul/
my heart gets weaker, every passing second, I'm losing control/
focus is blurry, seems nothing can stop the rainfall/
trapped in illusions producing mystical nightfall/
