Broken Mirrors


CIRCA91
Ruby Ibarra
Producer: OJ The Producer
2017

Verse 1:

Reflections of a 5-year old lookin’ in the rear view

Wonderin’ why she ain’t got a father like her peers do

Instead they gotta babysit it, ten years later, been a minute

But before you learn to lose trust, it takes a certain limit

Product of a single mother, fucked up, when I think of love ‘cuz

Father figure packed up, it’s never been enough

So I’m duckin when I catch a feelin’, hate is what my heart is spillin’

Papa killed this fate, a million times, so how do I forgive him?

Pop a pill when pain is killin’, poppin veins, the proper feelin’

People poppin’-up are just a prop to me, to hurt I’m willin’

Porcelain turned poison venom, probably won’t prosper when I’m

Seed without the poppy, prophecy's the problems pourin’ in and

Pop that pussy, my position, lyin’ more than politicians

Call ‘em daddy, guys are billin’, opposite the opposition

Papa’s never far from vision, carbon copy pop’s reflection

Fuck a mirror, it paints a villain, cuz its always papa in em

 

Hook:

I keep lookin’ in the mirror like, lookin in the mirror like - why do I just hate myself?

I keep lookin’ in the mirror like, lookin in the mirror like - I can’t even find myself

I keep lookin’ in the mirror like, lookin in the mirror like - why do I just hate myself?

I keep lookin’ in the mirror like, lookin in the mirror like - I can’t even find myself

I can’t find, no, I can’t find me, I can’t find, I can’t find me (2x)

 

Verse 2:

Reflections of a 18, daydream in a motel

Bruises and they both swell, he’s toxic, but she won’t tell

He promised but she knows well, he’s talking just to cope well

And often they don’t go well, but options never go well

Now I’m laying lifeless, my eyes can’t even cry, it’s

Distracted by the lights that a reflection of my iris

Staring at these mirrors on the ceiling

He holds me, I can’t feel ‘em, these bed sheets feeling haunted when we in ‘em

They say ‘cuz she's tall and the way that she dresses, right?

He rapes it’s her fault, she should've been dressin’ right

Like when they catcall, she shouldn't be out at night

But fuck ‘em, it’s all of them that's been taking away her light

So close your eyes, you feel like you stuck

Take those hips, you nip and you tuck

No consent, he feelin’ the rush

Feel the burn with every touch

Open wide to bruise in the guts

Deep inside, you feeling the cuts

All these mirrors never enough until you feel you never enough

 

Repeat hook

 

Verse 3:

Reflections to a young girl, a queen, and a young me

Glass ceilings and these mirrors, these fixtures try to shut me

They hope my light broke or maybe I might choke

And wait I “shift weight” like walking a tight rope

Mirrors that we use ain’t a reflection of truth

But a direction of you or a correction of you

Expectations vs. you, how do you separate the two?

When the one inside the mirror ain’t as beautiful a view

So please, baby don’t fold, baby don’t go

Maybe we losin’ control, but don’t lose soul

When we breathe, feelin’ so cold, stories untold

‘Cuz what these broken mirrors don’t show is my soul

Please, baby don’t fold, baby don’t go

Maybe we losin’ control, but don’t lose soul

When we breathe, feelin’ so cold, stories untold

‘Cuz what these broken mirrors don’t show is my soul

 

Repeat hook

 

Bass Guitar by: Chris Baylon



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