This is a song about "Past of the future of the past"

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Now climb faster rise past the height of the drafters

To reds i ain't know how to act

We teach our future our past

Trying to forget the dark corners of my past

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Running around the corner, darting past rows of teens,

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Present on the train of disbelief the past is over

Just caught in the aftermath, the trash of many past middle-class drones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

I've had the darkest past

Got racks you don’t understand

Seeing ghosts from the past