(Chorus)
What do you see when you look at me;
What do you see.
Tell me do you see what I see when you look at me

(Verse 1)
I see what you see when you look at me.
I'm your stone that you throw in the open sea.
I'm the shadow in the background of some broken dream.
I'm the anchor for the anger that you throw at me.
What do I even see in my own self?
The sorrow I contain on a bright orange shelf
that I painted up just to coat self-loathing
and cold in my soul, but it don't help coat me.
Why do I even write with this worthless pen?
When people need the evil of a verse unkempt.
I've died in my mind that's what hurts my head.
But I seem to thrive in this perfect death.
I feel like I'm in hell but I don't feel the heat.
But I can seem at ease from from the side that you see.
What you see on the outside is not really me.
but water can look shallow when the clearest part is deep.
Life is like a puzzle, but I don't wanna solve it.
And everybody leaves me when the puzzle's at it's hardest
I want some type of liquid for emotions to dissolve in
but take a drink and then you get reliant on the solvent.
Pardon me please if I'm silent or rude.
My soul's gates are closed like my eyelids are glued.
I try to fight it off, but I'm fighting the truth.
Even beauty brings sorrow; that's why violets are blue.

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
IInborn's back and he's here to stay
he left cold blooded now he's back with flames
and so you ask who am i ?
probably thinkin' im just another statistic, right ?
just another kid who sits up everyday and night
and curses and blurts
and he spews all these words
with no meaning behind them, just as long as they rhyme ?

Well no!
You never take time to listen
you create a false image 'cause your trynna fit in
be careful of the friends your pickin'
'cause some wont even have your back yo, its kinda sickenin'
how the main stream artists get, played on the radio yet they're wack and lame
think i lost all my skill 'cause i been gone for a minute?
unless im lookin' in the mirror then i see no competition
dont take it personally because it's strictly business
im a hungry animal raw, vicious, and wicked
my rhymes will leave you with a cut
and when it scabs up
imma be there and imma constantly pick it

but imma just pull up my sleeves
i can see the truth
i dont care what you see outta me
so look at yourself and tell me who you see
do you see a fake or is it the real thing ?

(Chorus)