Mr. Blue

If i could control subconscious then what dream would i dream

Staring meekly from the mirror was my biggest critic

Want to impress him at all costs and make him proud of me

Cuz i have no doubt in me but also i be doubting me

I'm the story i haven't read the berry that isn't black

Tulip that hasn't blossomed yet go bury that in the back

Carried it in my bag traits inherited from my dad

I reflect his good and bad but i have all he never had

Found my way through the labyrinth I'm Pan the goat of goats

There's no toe to toe when i pen down all my thoughts in quotes

Thinking-out-of-the-box of gold on beats inking my soul

I resign then exile for a while to gain back control