I'm Daniel at war
Facing the tallest of the Giants
My rocks won't reach
My voice muffled in the echoes of silence
I would climb and strike
but
heights are my fear
So I face
My darkness
My enemy
My setbacks
My fear
I stand firm & wide
swirling the sling while I stand at bay
I open my eyes
I see peaces crumble
I hear him shatter
I hear him scream as his arm has been tattered
I look down to my hand in search for my triumphant sling
For weapon of choice had accomplished its dream
I move my head
I turn my eyes
I looked down at the thing that was supposed to be seen
Only to see that my arm wasn't seen
And the very thing that shattered was the man in the mirror
Ironically I guess, MJ says the message couldn't get any clearer
At that moment I realized how mirrors actually shatter
But
I also learned exactly how rainbows actually gather
A prism of glass, a droplet of water, a piece of broken glass
All it takes is a reflection of light and things take the shape of a mirror
A single color, a simple beam of light, turns itself into a wide range of color
but now we have a tattered mirror that reflects Rays of light
Instead of an arch that antithesis’s night
But why be satisfied with still being broken
Just because something's beautiful doesn't mean that it’s open
So yes the open broken glass glistens with color
But what if there was another possibility
One where the mirror was fuller
One where the rainbow wasn't divided and torn
But a rainbow where a single beam was drawn
It has been drawn and yes it is wide
It stands tall
not a foot too high
Reflecting and detecting what stands in its sight
It knows how rainbows came to be
It knows how to draw
However, most importantly
It doesn't know itself
It knows not of itself at all
A mirror itself, the glass, the frame
Is composed of a million tiny little things
More specifically the glass
The stuff that makes it gives it the look
Is composed of our vacation’s door
The beach itself, including the shore
There are 7 quintillion, five hundred quadrillion grains of sand on this earth
And out of all those beaches                                                                                                                                                           Only one became you
But now your fire has heated, you are compressed, and suddenly, your glass is no longer a mess
So out of those 7 quintillion, you are just a dot, but now you have two ways of looking at this....I guess you preferred the top

I am unique
No one is me

Who cares what mirror you buy, who cares what you see

For I have my own beach, I have my own shore

So who cares about your beach, who cares about yours

I have a beach house, so why worry about shores?

I guess my Mirror was stronger than me, or maybe my mirror allowed me to be
My grain of sand created a mirror...and that mirror is me

 

This I believe, is my artistic flow of awesome

This flow I believe, has allowed me to blossom

This blossom however, is not appeasing to all

For in this world, blessings, are just another Big Sean song

For if I’m blessed, there must be a blesser

For there’s no way blessings can be such good dressers

So I state that I am awesome, not me, but we

So everything is awesome, because his power derives from me

For his power is dependent on his dream to make others powerful

And as long as he’s asleep and dreaming of life

I can continue being, representing, and living the life

For what’s not awesome about serving a king

And not only serving, but being the king

For in what other world, would a king crown his servant

So now as a king, who serves his kinger master

I remain a servant to someone awesome, the almighty grandmaster

One who knows “kinger” isnt critical, there are bigger words "he'llmaster"

So the best thing I can say, for why I am awesome

Is that “I’m better than I am” simply because he is awesome