This is a song about "Past of the future"

Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

It's all what you make of it, see how shit affects the future?

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

The future of the world lost in someone else’s mind,

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

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

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

We teach our future our past

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Trying to forget the dark corners of my past

I pipe in and one night her

Sorry, i'm just scared of the future

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,