Glass Heroes

Ay, uh. I scroll through the ruins of my own reflection. A thousand likes for a moment of deflection. I paint my sorrow in a 4K filter, But the canvas is a screen, and the paint Is still a splinter. They said keep it real, So I fake the realest. Turn my trauma to a beat, now my trauma Is the trillest. Every tear is a sample, every Scream is a hook. I wrote a book on Being broken, now they frame me like a crook. 'Cause honesty is commerce when you bleed on the Timeline. I'm a god in the comments, but a Ghost in my own mind line. Diamonds on my neck, but they colder than my Father. I got riches in the bank, but I'm Begging for a father. Somebody call a doctor, Not for me, for the culture. We confuse the bass drop for a spiritual vulture. What's the price of a soul when the stream Never ends? What's the cost of a friend when Your page never trends? I built a fortress out of pixels and pride, But the drawbridge is down, and there's nowhere to Hide. We are glass heroes, fragile and loud. Shattering pieces in front of the crowd. Hold up a mirror, what do you see? A million reflections, but none of them me. We are glass heroes, beautiful lies. Dancing on fractures to hypnotize. Give us the GRAMMYs, give us the crown. We'll burn it all down. Down just to feel the ground. I remember when the block was the only algorithm. Word of mouth, not the mouth of a system. Now my opps are my own insecurities. I'm at war with the boy that the cameras Used to reassure me. They want the villain? I'll give them the anti-hero. Sell my grief to the label for the price Of a zero. I'm a paradox wrapped in a Hoodie and a chain. Screaming peace while I'm fighting with my brain in The rain. Every bar is a eulogy for the Old me. Every stage is a grave, but the Gold keeps me lonely. I don't need a feature, I need a preacher. Somebody who can see the ghost behind the teacher. I taught them how to flex, now they flexing On my pain. I gave them all the water, Now they dancing in the rain. But the thunder's getting closer, and the mic is Getting heavy. This ain't hip hop, this is heaven's Last levy. What if I stop? What if the bass never kicks? What if the screen goes black, and there's no One to click? Would you remember the man or Only the myth? Would you cry for the art Or the audience shift? I choose the storm. We are glass heroes, fragile and loud. Shattering pieces in front of the crowd. Hold up a mirror, what do you see? A million reflections, but none of them me. We are glass heroes, beautiful lies. Dancing on fractures to hypnotize. Give us the GRAMMYs, give us the crown. We'll burn it all down just to feel something Now.