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Rearview Reflections
Hip-Hop/Rap
Rearview Reflections was released on February 27, 2026 by Phat Free Productions as a part of the album Rearview Reflections - Single
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Release DateFebruary 27, 2026
LabelPhat Free Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marbaker
Marbaker
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marbaker
Marbaker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marbaker
Marbaker
Producer
In the basment
In the basment
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I Talk to God through, Cracked glass and engine Groans
Find peace in a car, that Never made it home
Pain in the pedals, hopes Humming in the tires
Running from myself, Dressed in hand-me-Down desires
Glovebox confessions, Envelopes of pain
Letters in the visor, Prayers i cant name
Dashboards a chapel, the Mirror's holding faith
Rearview reflections, From the past mistakes
Every single scar, is Stitched into the pride
Body built of armor, just To stay alive
Truth and the trauma, Slowly still collide
Like a car crash, head on With the mind
Ghosts get buckled in, Seatbelts are the lies
Hearing death whisper, Slow into my drive
Rearview showing, Everything I hide
Past reflections, are Getting baptized
Flawed by design, Stitched wrong in their Perception.
The Mirror shows a kid That ain't know his Reflection
Chalk lines of confidence, Left in the school halls,
Where praise felt foreign And doubt built the walls
You'll never be enough" it Rchoes real loud
Potentials a whisper, Shadow in the crowd
When confidence was Scarce, dressed it in Disguise
Stitch a sense of worth, in Secondhand lies
Then the day came Twisted, took more than my trust,
Left me hollow in my skin, that I once called Just.
A body ain't a temple, when it's robbed of Consent,
And healing aint a Sermon, when your Spirit's feels bent
A scar i never asked for, Dark room no escape
A moment stole my Youth, left my innocence Draped
Can't erase what I faced But the past dont define Me
Rearview reflecting what I passed is behind me
Every single scar, is Stitched into the pride
Body built of armor, just To stay alive
Truth and the trauma, Slowly still collide
Like a car crash, head on With the mind
Ghosts get buckled in, Seatbelts are the lies
Hearing death whisper, Slow into my drive
Rearview showing, Everything I hide
Past reflections, are Getting baptized
I was begging for a Chance, now betting on Myself
I found worths not a Number, its internal Wealth
I Burned a couple Bridges, to brighten up The path
Im building with Conviction, off ledgers of The past
Had to cut the poison, Even if it wore a smile
Some Love aint really Love, its just comfort in Denial
Im not serching for Revenge, just alignment And grace
Built my name from the Moments, I refuse to Erase
Flipped flaws into fuel Turned doubt to Protection
Had to weather storms , To find my direction
Turn pain into purpose, Im giving guilt space
While thunders painting Steps, the truth is Embraced
I reflect, but I move, can't Be stuck in rewind
Let the past play its part, Now i sharpen my mind
Every scar every crack, Opened my eyes
Rearview reflections, Wave trauma goodbye
Every single scar, is Stitched into the pride
Body built of armor, just To stay alive
Truth and the trauma, Slowly still collide
Like a car crash, head on With the mind
Ghosts get buckled in, Seatbelts are the lies
Hearing death whisper, Slow into my drive
Rearview showing, Everything I hide
Past reflections, are Getting baptized
Driving with the devil, Riding shotgun with a Grin
Flipping through my Ledger, hoping he can Cash in
Demons in the back, stick Shifting with my pride
Reroute all the maps, let My conscience
Decide
Is it purpose or just Posture i have learned to Revive?
Was i forged or just Folded into someone who Survived?
Every fractures like Armor, tailored suit and Tie
Rearview reflections, of The boy that used to hide
Every single scar, is Stitched into the pride
Body built of armor, just To stay alive
Truth and the trauma, Slowly still collide
Like a car crash, head on With the mind
Ghosts get buckled in, Seatbelts are the lies
Hearing death whisper, Slow into my drive
Rearview showing, Everything I hide
Past reflections, are Getting baptized
In the name of the father, The son and the holy Spirit
Written by: Marbaker
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