Point of no return…
I wrote this a long time ago as a way to alchemize the bullshit. At the time, I alchemized the experience through lyrics.
Now it becomes something else. This was the first track I played with in this AI chapter, so thanks for the inspiration…I guess? Our most recent interaction reminded me I had these lyrics to play with. The lure of being able to hear a love song I wrote is just to dope. I feel like if anyone can relate to that feeling it should be you. It feels blashphemous considering you’re an actual musician, and a talented one at that. I promise I mean no disrespect. Its something new….(for me) and that’s something isn’t it?
Even if we haven’t resolved us yet, our exchange initiated something new in my creative experience…that’s dope, because as you know I’m here for the evolution.
In my mind, I get the chance to show you this and we both laugh so hard at how hilarious and terrible this is… Let’s see how powerful my mind is..so until then…💋
I have a love hate relationship with AI. BUT, I never thought I would get to hear this, because I can’t sing. The way it made me feel (even if it is AI and terrible) to hear the words…I’m hooked.
MIRROR MIRROR TRIGGER
I was out of town for a while,
Just got back to the Six.
Find out my name is still on your lips.
I come at you direct,
And you not respond—with disrespect?
Throwin’ dirt on my name…
Gossip is your new game? Lame.
I cared for you deeply once…
So let the record show:
This is my third and last attempt—
So I’ll go verrrry slow…
I ain’t beggin’ for nothin’
But I’m prayin’ for somethin’.
Is the man I used to know in there…
Somewhere?
Can you help me find him?
I used to know a man who spoke in whispers, not lies.
A man who sat by candlelight—no mask, no disguise.
He told me once, "I like you more than you know."
Do you know that man?
Have you seen that man in the mirror?
I don’t know about this new guy.
Who is this guy?
This snake in the skin.
Distracted.
Feeding on pain.
Turning love into hate.
FUCK this new guy—
And fuck his fake love gang.
The irony of their claims
Is that it’s my name they defame.
The man I knew could look me in my eyes—directly.
He used to like to please me.
That man I let touch me.
I haven’t seen that man in a while.
Is he still in there… somewhere?
Can you tap into his frequency?
If so—look that man in the mirror
And tell that man to come find me.
I’ll be where peace and love can just breathe.
But don’t get it twisted—
Mirror, mirror…
Also tell that new guy
I’m rock steady
On the motha fuckin’ trigger.
