Mirror Talk (Remastered)

Boom bap hip hop at 92 BPM in G minor, driven by dusty electric piano chords and subby, round bass, Tight, swinging drums support a confident female rapper trading lines with a soulful female singer, The verses focus on incisive social commentary, while the hook adds melodic, emotional lift with stacked harmonies and airy reverb, Occasional vinyl crackle, vocal ad-libs, and subtle record scratches create a vintage, documentary-style atmosphere with an intimate, confessional energy

[Intro]
(Yeah)
They love the rhythm, fear the skin I’m in
(Oh, oh)
Side-eyes from the front row, let the show begin

[Verse 1]
You love my curls when they’re on your screen
But cross the street when you see me, that’s the in-between
Borrow slang, say "yass" like it’s Halloween
Wear my culture like a costume, call it self-esteem

You copy hips, lips, nails, then you roll your eyes
Say I’m loud, say I’m angry when I vocalize
When I whisper, you still read it as a battle cry
You take my truth, turn around, call it "girl boss" lies

You get praise for the features they said were wrong
When they’re on me, they call ghetto, when they’re on you, "strong"
You get soft for your stories when you say you’re hurt
But my pain is "too dramatic" when I name the dirt

You sip chai, post quotes, say you "do the work"
But your silence in the room makes the venom lurk
You want the rhythm of my walk, flavor in my talk
But you never want the weight that I carry when I walk

[Pre-Chorus]
You say "we’re all the same" when it’s time to care
But you pull back your hand when the blame is there
You love what I bring, but you hate my stance
You want my style, not my circumstance

[Chorus]
Why you love my glow but deny my scars? (Why?)
Why you take my slang, but you keep your guard? (Guard)
You dance to my pain when it’s on your feed
But you don’t see me when it’s time to bleed

You want my rhythm, but you dodge my truth (yeah)
You claim my culture, but you steal my youth (mmm)
You clap for my voice when it fits your plan
But you don’t stand up for a black woman

[Verse 2]
You call me "sis" till the talk gets real
Till the cop car lights flash and you watch, stay still
You say "queen" when I’m trending in your little square
But when I’m missing from the headline, you’re barely there

You get tears, think pieces when you’re under stress
When I die, it’s my outfit that they first address
You sign petitions when it’s safe, then you call it change
But you mute me when my anger doesn’t sound arranged

You preach peace, but you weaponize your fragile fear
Call the manager, the cops when I just appear
My raised brow is a threat, but your shout’s "concerned"
My boundaries "rude," your comfort "earned"

You romanticize my struggle when it’s in a song
Then you quote me in the mirror just to sing along
You want braids for the summer, tan for the sun
But you won’t hold me when the verdict doesn’t come

[Chorus]
Why you love my glow but deny my scars? (Oh why?)
Why you take my slang, but you keep your guard? (Keep your guard up)
You dance to my pain when it’s on your feed
But you don’t see me when it’s time to bleed

You want my rhythm, but you dodge my truth (yeah)
You claim my culture, but you steal my youth
You clap for my voice when it fits your plan
But you don’t stand up for a black woman

[Bridge]
(Yeah)
If you love the way I move, love the weight I hold
If you love the way I shine, love the nights I’m cold
If you call me "sister," then you learn my name
Stand beside me in the fire, not just in the fame

If you wear my style, then you wear this fight
If you sing my songs, then you name my plight
I’m not your trend, I am flesh and bone
If you love my house, then protect my home

[Chorus]
Why you love my glow but deny my scars?
Why you take my slang, but you keep your guard?
You dance to my pain when it’s on your feed
But you don’t see me when it’s time to bleed

You want my rhythm, but you dodge my truth (my truth)
You claim my culture, but you steal my youth
You clap for my voice when it fits your plan
But you don’t stand up for a black woman

[Outro]
(Stand up, stand up)
If you love me, then you show up when the lights go dim
(Stand up, stand up)
If you sing with me, then you fight with me, not just for the film
(Stand up)
I’m more than a mood, more than what you choose
If you love this black woman, then you cannot lose (yeah)

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[Intro] (Yeah) They love the rhythm, fear the skin I’m in (Oh, oh) Side-eyes from the front row, let the show begin [Verse 1] You love my curls when they’re on your screen But cross the street when you see me, that’s the in-between Borrow slang, say "yass" like it’s Halloween Wear my culture like a costume, call it self-esteem You copy hips, lips, nails, then you roll your eyes Say I’m loud, say I’m angry when I vocalize When I whisper, you still read it as a battle cry You take my truth, turn around, call it "girl boss" lies You get praise for the features they said were wrong When they’re on me, they call ghetto, when they’re on you, "strong" You get soft for your stories when you say you’re hurt But my pain is "too dramatic" when I name the dirt You sip chai, post quotes, say you "do the work" But your silence in the room makes the venom lurk You want the rhythm of my walk, flavor in my talk But you never want the weight that I carry when I walk [Pre-Chorus] You say "we’re all the same" when it’s time to care But you pull back your hand when the blame is there You love what I bring, but you hate my stance You want my style, not my circumstance [Chorus] Why you love my glow but deny my scars? (Why?) Why you take my slang, but you keep your guard? (Guard) You dance to my pain when it’s on your feed But you don’t see me when it’s time to bleed You want my rhythm, but you dodge my truth (yeah) You claim my culture, but you steal my youth (mmm) You clap for my voice when it fits your plan But you don’t stand up for a black woman [Verse 2] You call me "sis" till the talk gets real Till the cop car lights flash and you watch, stay still You say "queen" when I’m trending in your little square But when I’m missing from the headline, you’re barely there You get tears, think pieces when you’re under stress When I die, it’s my outfit that they first address You sign petitions when it’s safe, then you call it change But you mute me when my anger doesn’t sound arranged You preach peace, but you weaponize your fragile fear Call the manager, the cops when I just appear My raised brow is a threat, but your shout’s "concerned" My boundaries "rude," your comfort "earned" You romanticize my struggle when it’s in a song Then you quote me in the mirror just to sing along You want braids for the summer, tan for the sun But you won’t hold me when the verdict doesn’t come [Pre-Chorus] You say "we’re all the same" when it’s time to care But you pull back your hand when the blame is there You love what I bring, but you hate my stance You want my style, not my circumstance [Chorus] Why you love my glow but deny my scars? (Oh why?) Why you take my slang, but you keep your guard? (Keep your guard up) You dance to my pain when it’s on your feed But you don’t see me when it’s time to bleed You want my rhythm, but you dodge my truth (yeah) You claim my culture, but you steal my youth You clap for my voice when it fits your plan But you don’t stand up for a black woman [Bridge] (Yeah) If you love the way I move, love the weight I hold If you love the way I shine, love the nights I’m cold If you call me "sister," then you learn my name Stand beside me in the fire, not just in the fame If you wear my style, then you wear this fight If you sing my songs, then you name my plight I’m not your trend, I am flesh and bone If you love my house, then protect my home [Chorus] Why you love my glow but deny my scars? Why you take my slang, but you keep your guard? You dance to my pain when it’s on your feed But you don’t see me when it’s time to bleed You want my rhythm, but you dodge my truth (my truth) You claim my culture, but you steal my youth You clap for my voice when it fits your plan But you don’t stand up for a black woman [Outro] (Stand up, stand up) If you love me, then you show up when the lights go dim (Stand up, stand up) If you sing with me, then you fight with me, not just for the film (Stand up) I’m more than a mood, more than what you choose If you love this black woman, then you cannot lose (yeah)

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