Looking Glass - Dice Raw

What do you see through the looking glass

Fallin' when you’re looking back

Can’t escape walking down this path

Can’t live living in the past

I see you, I wouldn’t want to be you

But it’s too late my true face becoming what I already became

And that’s my true state, can hurt like a toothache

Looking at ones' true state be exactly what you hate

Trying to find a new slate, think a new mind state

Every kid I grew up with is dead or locked behind gates

I guess it’s just a matter of time and I should just wait

Really it’s no choice it’s just words with no voice

Maybe action the only way to attack it

I’m talking life, trying to be just a little less ratchet

Fuck it nah, I don’t like it

I ain’t a psychic just by writing this shit yo I don’t feel anymore righteous

I’m religionless just a nigga on some nigga shit

Truthfully looking in my eyes, I don’t give a shit

Not the one to be fucking with

Playing with or kidding with

Cause shit can get real goofy

Fuck all that silly shit

Clothes dirty, gotta hand wash

I’m tired of eatin soups

Going to rack, gotta walk in groups

Seeing my kids but can’t touch them

Thinking about time feeling like nothing

Plus I’m fighting you trying to take mine

For me to adjust it’s going to take time

Some friends forgot about me, they don’t make time

Shit feel like I gotta do a straight dime

Nah, this ain’t no place for humans

But I’m strong they ain’t think I can make it

But they assuming, gotta read books keep my head straight

Tired of feeling like deadweight

Walk in a child fighting the staircase

I still smile deal with it

Looking through the glass while my fam visit

Some people got forever and a day

Gotta handle what come to you

You can’t look the other way, nah

No sign of weakness I would never show it

And if I am nervous they will never know it

Yeah cause I’m a soldier through it all

Fight the pain fact remain I couldn’t walk before I crawl

Time is measured by movement so I’m tryin to beat the millennium clock

But I keep going to jail and it feels like my life clock stops

Suspended in time behind bars be fucking with my mind

I’m from the streets so I’m racing passing batons

Hundred yard dashin with a brick, to the finish line

But I got lapped again now I’m trapped again

On that upstate bus I’m going back again

It’s like I’m dead to the world nobody writes me

Or come to see me, it’s like nobody likes me

All I got is niggas in jail trying to fight me

And the feds building a case trying to indict me