estranger old man_thandile

[Intro] [male baritone voice] Yeah, I'm T-H-A-I-L-D-I-E. I'm T, man. Uh. [Verse 1] Estrange old man. Estrange old man, stop me, look me out of deep mirror. Who is this old ass? Estrange old man, stop me and look me out of deep mirror. Who is this old ass? An old man, he look me in the mirror. [Verse 2] I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately. I just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, I am only truth. The eye of a little god, four-cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink with speckles. I have looked at it so long, I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers. Faces and darkness separate us over and over. [Verse 3] Now I am a lake. A woman bend over me, searching my reaches for what she really is. Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. I see her back and reflect it faithfully. She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. I am important to her. She comes and goes. Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. In me she drowned a young girl, and in me an old, strange man rises toward her day after day like a terrible fish.