A thing in the past.

(Verse 1) Yo, Joshua think he’s spittin’ gold, but it’s all just trash, God speed, but his rhymes crash, like a car in a mad dash. Claimin’ divine intervention but he’s lost in the static, Lyrics so weak, man, it’s almost automatic. Got a halo on his head, but his flow’s full of holes, Tryna preach to the masses, but he’s losing control. Rappin’ like he’s Moses, but he’s stuck in the desert, Words like sandstorms, man, they just don’t measure. (Verse 2) He’s reachin’ for the heavens, but his bars can’t fly, Talkin’ ‘bout the truth, but it’s all just a lie. God gave him the talent, but he’s wasting the gift, Every track that he drops, man, it’s a lyrical rift. Darker than the shadows, but he’s stuck in the light, Tryna battle demons, but he’s losing the fight. Joshua, step back, take a look at your craft, God speed in the booth, but your songs just don’t last. you are now just a thing in the past!