Looking Backward

Verse 1:
See that Frost on my window pain
Moss getting lost till his lingo changed
washed up in Hoxton I seen those stains
I'll be switching up loss till my shit goes grey Trudging London with a losers vernacular""alwite"" me old fruit bat I was losing my calibre I'm mad I had to make the mistake twice
like a second with your disdained wife
its calisthenics on the premise it's lesson
I be pressing every button like that mistakes mine My whole life could be a YouTube clip
I learned to laugh at it it moves to quick
why you sulking with a face like smashed crab l? it could have been immaculate your voodoo stinks suck a fat one and move on it happens man Improve on your balance man

- Chorus:
Looking backward, you might see that
You always reap what you saw
One mistake after another
This is how you will grow
Looking forward, you might hear that
It’s all these things you don’t know
One mistake after another now you’re running the show

- Verse 2:
This for the gods of all forms and all ancients’
Lost in the megaliths and information wasted
 Left with the vacant pages in a timeless chapter
This if for the old ages reaching from the frozen ashes The arrogance of history view as linear
Mysterious of forging through millenniums are trickier From picking up an eel spear, digging up obsidian Capturing the world on a globe to building stone cities Owned by a cataclysm, today's a mirror image,
The oldest text envisioned this, it’s simple, expect diminishment, When facing the shit storms of all repercussion
Intermissions inner sense to end divisions
The recollections take effect, corrected vision,
Lesson, listens, integrated into mass opinion Detached from the past you’ve meet your match.

- Chorus:
Looking backward, you might see that
You always reap what you saw
One mistake after another
This is how you will grow
Looking forward, you might hear that
It’s all these things you don’t know
One mistake after another now you’re running the show