dark side of the reflection

Do you see me?

Do you see?

Do you like me?

Do you like me standing there?

Do you notice?

Do you know?

Do you see me?

Do you see me?

Does anyone care?

-Cranberries

sometimes, the mirror image speaks words of wisdom
words of truth you wonder how to take
and you're standing there wondering
staring back
at the person in the mirror

do you say
what up, muthafucka?
what's happenin', ese?
who's your daddy?
or do you just stare.
stare back at that reflection
and bite the bullet that says

bang...

you're still alive and it's a new fucking day.

24 hrs come and gone, never coming back
give or take, the day is going to make you her bitch...
unless you make her yours

some days, ya stare back at that mirror and just say fuck it
bend over, and that day may make it easy on you
other days, it'll pimpslap the shit out of you so hard,... you wonder how it got to sunday already...on a monday...

and other days? other days, you smile.
and just start nodding your head like some crazy muthafucka.
yeah, you know what i'm talking about! nod your head. you know.

the guys who flex and sometimes give that reflection a little kiss, a little flex...

the chic who looks at her own reflection and says,... who's the princess, bitch?
who got the moneymaker? who is -the- shit?...with a lil head tiltin' with each word

that's when you know the little secret....that this day is your bitch.

Do you see me? hell yeah.
Do you like me? who cares. i gots game.

and in case anyone has forgotten, that day...is your fine ass bitch.

welcome to the dark side of the reflection.