my reflection in your rims is not a good look for me...

the wheel keeps spinning.
the motion continues,
the eyes cannot stop looking.
they automatically rise up to doorlevel.
to see the passenger and driver
the nigger keeps grinning,his folly continues.
I keep looking in the ride.
waiting for something else to appear.
something new to see.
some new screen to appear.
some new puzzle to solve.
did i talk too much?
did i mix too much?
did i blend too much?
did i react too late?
all i am is that reflection in those rims.all i am is that reflection of the brother.all i am is the reflection of my nigga.