Verse 1: me - incomplete

Can't nobody mirror a mirror...
Picture a picture a pitcher pitching a pitch...
Fast balls clearer...
Envision the vision visine the switch...
The change up, the curve balls a bitch...
Slider, slide her a fast ball, I miss...
I mean hi miss...
Could give two fucks if I strike out...
Cuz I been to home plate...
I've been to home, my plates full...
But I'm still hungry...
My face full, am I faith full...
My stomach overflows with graceful, grace fool...
My mind sane, storms brain drops rain...
My mind strain...
Cuz my mind frame can't get inline, train...
Get in line trained...
The world produce zombies, ie fame...
My lines lane...
Better off trying to find bane
The world try to fine change...
Define change...
Differences benign range...

Where do I go from here...
I just stop!