Ghost in the mirror

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(The past is a ghost that walks with you... day and night... you can never escape the shadow... never...)

[Verse 1]
Yo, the mind is a chamber of echoes and dust,
A museum of memories, corroded by rust.
I walk through the hallways of what used to be,
These phantoms of yesterday still clingin' to me.
Reflections are vivid, the images flash,
A pocket of liquor, a desperate dash
To the club entrance, we were young and defiant,
A brotherhood of titans, a concrete alliance.
The cheap vodka burnin', a prelude to bass,
Leavin' no trace of fear on a stoic face.
We were kings of the pavement, lords of the block,
Livin' life by the second, racin' the clock.

[Chorus]
These concrete chronicles, written in scars,
Singin' old anthems and countin' the stars.
From cardboard arenas to six-string guitars,
The past is the prison that holds all the bars.
You can run from the block, you can switch up your name,
But the ghost in the mirror, it whispers the same.

[Verse 2]
I reminisce on the battles on cardboard squares,
Where gravity's laws were dissolved by our flairs.

A symphony written on asphalt and breeze.
We spoke through the movement, a powerful slang,
The dialect of the original Wu-Tang.
Then later, the circle, the cracked acoustic,
A six-string confessional, raw and exclusive.
Singin' 'bout struggle, 'bout love and 'bout pain,
Washing our souls in the acid-laced rain.
Each chord was a promise, each lyric a vow,
All those moments are hauntin' me now.

[Chorus]
These concrete chronicles, written in scars,
Singin' old anthems and countin' the stars.
From cardboard arenas to six-string guitars,
The past is the prison that holds all the bars.
You can run from the block, you can switch up your name,
But the ghost in the mirror, it whispers the same.

[Verse 3]
We built our own Shaolin on project rooftops,
Learned life's fatal lessons between the beat drops.
Some brothers ascended, some fell to the plight,
Lost in the shadows of eternal night.
Now I sit in this silence, this sterile domain,
And I sip on this sorrow that tastes like the rain
From back on that corner, before all the fame,
Before all the fortune, the glory, the shame.
You can build a new temple of marble and stone,
But you can't escape ghosts that have chilled to the bone.
It's the foundation, the dirt, the unbreakable chain,
The source of the wisdom, the root of the pain.

[Outro]
(It's forever... etched in your soul... forever...)
(You can't escape...)
(The chronicles...)

[End]