This is a song about "Toward"

A poetic criminal being unjust toward the minimal.

We original officially the most original

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

I scream up toward the skies, punching the ground for you to come back as i sat

My garments shouldn’t be here, i’m somewhere near the future

People say smile toward the bad, my humor's giving me a tumor.

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

I spit toward ya gingerly but at the end youll have and injury,

Malicious dissent toward based world

Back like i never ever left in the first

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

God can you please take me toward the light

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

Go toward the light, flash intervene

People don't condone what they've never seen