This is a song about "The past can t define you"

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

You don;t thin anymore

Aren't you somethin' to admire

The one who can´t even show a real smile

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

I think you never heard the intense but it aint sexuall it's hate i aint rapping for the money

My real name is joshua aument/ you can sue me/ for using a fake name to get past the clarity/

If i can get past the wack emcees packed in factories,

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

You restrict it, the past, it's over and it'll be the last

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust