Mirror mirror
On the wall
Who's the blackest of us all
I said
Mirror mirror, Ooh
On the wall
Who the blackest baby, Yeah
Well well well well well
I know your soul
Huh
You're the place I call home
I know who you are, baby
I've been known
Since the day you were born
Since the day you were born
The Return
The Return
The Return
The Return
The Return
The Return
The Return
The Return
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Bringing me in on back
Bring me in on fast
Living with my armour
I'm tryna find me fast
Take me to my soul
Everything I know
I just want my spirit to wander off no more
Everything is here
Everything familiar
Everything I've seen and it's everything I hear
Bring me in on near
Bring me to my soul
Take me to my spirit
And Bring me in back home because
I'm coming back, I'm coming back
I'm coming back home
I'm coming back, I'm coming back
I'm coming back home
I'm coming back, I'm coming back
I'm coming back home
I'm coming back home
I'm coming back home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming back home
I'm coming home
Broken, bruised and battered
Wandering this world aimlessly
As the house nigga of this country
As the house nigga of this country
I'd better find myself
Before I breed my self hate into this world
I'd better better find myself
Before I breed my self hate into this world
I'm not here to plead
Or ask for your sympathy
Are you too blind to see
Who's the blackest?
Is medicine your sole benefit
Did you develop it to for your menacing?
You wave your arms in victory
The cost of your opportunity
I don't want 'em
You're so clean and brown
So clean and brown
Ooh
To tell yourself the truth
Is hard to do
Ooh
The little lies
That build up just to get me through
Ooh
My day to day
My day to day
My day to fade away
Hide these eyes away
From the hard truths that you have to face
The world keeps on turning
It will always change
Accept yourself
Return to late
Return to self
Return your fate
Return to love
Return to love
Return return
The return
The return
The return
The return
'Cos tomorrow's not promised for me
Seeing my single momma
Surviving to struggle this way
The return
The return Of myself To myself
Yo, this is the real story
I just wanna be back man
I just wanna be back
I wanna be back in the right state of mind
I wanna be back to my happy self
I wanna be back to my passionate mindset
I wanna be me again you know
'Cos I
This sounds like I'm tryna do that RnB shit
But yo, Let me slow it down
Yo, It's hard out here for a brother and sister
Going through this immigration mindset
You know, we tryna find our own spot in here
And music is my way of expressing
My return, my self, My beginnings
I just wanna be me
I hope you can understand that
And that's where I'm at
So, Return to oneself
Return to the motherland
Return to your mind
Return to everything
Return