Clouds Cry In Beautiful Cities

[Intro]
Sometimes
When I look
Into that mirror
I dont know who i see on the other side
Is it Demonic? Or is it Lance Reece?
I can't 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 that's 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?

[Verse 1]
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 ain't 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 6 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 ain't right to take it out
But its tough like that
You got fight and hold it back
I've been doing it for 3 years
Doing this for few ears
But I do what I do cause I care
And it's 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