This is a song about "Messenger"

I'm only the messenger, hermes of an era, warning of a past,

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger

But what happens when god's messenger doesn't practice what he preach

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Don't shoot the messenger, just go along and hate the martyr,

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder