This is a song about "Shadows of my past"

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

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Fast velocity, my shadows too slow to latch on to me

And these shape-shifting hoes

Don't go running from the shadows

Fuck it, im runnin into shadows blood stainin my sword

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

The faker they shakin' my hand

So i don't share, my past

I start to think it's all planned

Facing all this drama when mama's just a little girl

I try not to think of my past to much otherwise i might hurl

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Attacked by martyrs of the past