Clouds Cry In Beautiful Cities Lyrics

Sometimes

When I look

into that mirror

I don't know who i see on the other side

Is it Demonic? Or is it Lance Reece?

I cant decide

I truly speak from the heart when

I say rap is a form of art

Penning in the thoughts that occur to me

And the trauma thats stuck with me

But i wonder

Is that what makes me the man i am?

Or man who sees no change?

And if I don't move on from these problems

Will I ever age?

Rough stuff and loud noise like city morgue

The rough business quintessential like city whores

The inner city board listening to all the noise

Objectifying the women and breaking down the boys

I come from a family of addiction

Momma shooting heroin up in the kitchen

(That's real talk)

You aint lived til you come from a real walk of life

To a kid to a wife with some kids and a knife

To the gut, sacrifice

A sharp blade I try to talk to em nice

They get forgotten in the limelight like Obie Trice

Real name, no gimmicks

its a boost that they fishin for

Real gimmick, my image

I am just a holographic being my lineage

You're forgiven

Staring up at the ceiling fan

Hoping that ill make it through the day like damn

There's like six milli' ways to take myself out

And its sad that Steelo decided to take that route

Sometimes a real one want to scream and shout

Jumping off the building aint right to take it out

But its tough like that

You got fight and hold it back

I've been doing it for three years

Doing this for few ears

But i do what i do cause i care

And its good enough for me to post and me to share

And mental health is the topic of discussion

I don't want it to be, but these thoughts that are coming to me

So I decided to piece

Everything together in cohesive thought

Clouds Cry in Beautiful Cities, we heading to the top