Diesel Motion - Looking At Me Looking In The Mirror

Lookin’ at me lookin’ in the mirror… Tell me who do you see, my bro? Do you see the G that you always wanted to be? We rose from the cracks in the urban concrete , bruv. Lookin’ at me lookin’ in the mirror like rah, See a young G carved from the ends, no flaw, Council flat view through the twelfth-floor door, Hear the mandem bark and the sirens blah. Diesel in the breeze and the night turns cold, We were teens, bold with a dream untold, Used to dash from the feds with the bags we hold, Now the pain in my chest feels literally decades old. Mum prayed for a break, but the rent stayed peak, Man prayed for a chance, but the block stayed bleak, Every knock on the door made the whole house freak, But the fire in my heart kept the grind on streak. Now I’m grown but the mirror don’t lie, See the youth in my eyes with a tear that’s dry, See the rage in my jaw from the years I tried, And the weight of the block that I still can’t hide. Looking at me looking in the mirror like damn, See a strong woman now, once a scared little gyal, Tower block winds made a queen from the sand, Survived bare storms, never broke, never ran. We were raised by the lifts that were always broke, By the diesel haze thick as the ends we spoke, By the mandem jokes and the tears that soaked In the stairwell floors where the heartache choked. Saw my brudda get nicked, saw my sis go stray, Saw a dream get dashed in the alleyway grey, Saw the night hold pain till the crack of day, But we learned how to fight in a block-made way. Now I stand in the mirror with a crown I built, All the cuts on my soul, all the council-guilt, All the nights on the block when the cold air bit— They were bricks in the throne of the life I lit. Lookin’ at me lookin’ in the mirror once more, See the block-born beast with a heart still sore, See the queen from the flats with a soul hardcore, Two lives carved raw from the rooftop floor. We grew in the dark where the streetlights died, Raced fate on the nights when the dreams got tried, Every bruise that we took just sharpened our stride, Now the mirror shows truth we can’t ever hide. We rose from the gutter with a mind-set steel, Every scar on the past made the present more real, Every diesel fog clouded how we used to feel, Now we stand like giants on the block-built hill. Lookin’ at me lookin’ in the mirror so clear— We ain’t meant to survive, but we made it here. Through the pain, through the grime, through the tower-block fear, Now the whole damn world better see us this year. Mirror on the wall, show me who I’ve been… Show the pain I carried underneath my skin… Show the nights on the block where the hope ran thin… Show the fight in my soul through the noise and sin… Mirror on the wall, hear my heartbeat knock— Still the same young yout’ from the edge of the block… From the flats where the cold made our dreams feel locked… Now I rise with the strength that the struggle unlocked…” Lookin’ at me lookin’ in the mirror— See the block in my eyes gettin’ dimmer, But the pain in my chest made me bigger, I’m a tower-block soul, born sinner… Lookin’ at me lookin’ in the mirror— Turn the bruises of life into shimmer, From the council estate to the inner— Now I rise, now I rise, I'm a winner.” Lookin’ at me lookin’ in the mirror… Still see the block in the shadow of my figure… Still hear the ghosts in the halls whisper bigger… Still feel the weight of the dreams that were thinner… But the glass don’t lie— I survived what tried to shatter me. I became what the concrete asked of me. And the mirror… The mirror just reminds me of the soul that rose from agony. Lookin’ at me lookin’ in the mirror— I ain’t runnin’ no more. I ain’t hidin’ no more. I am what the block made me for, bruv.