Before time began
There was a man
And his name
Will not be forgotten
It will be remembered
Until the end of time
And that name is
Jo Shua

I'm alone with my thoughts
I'm lost in the sauce
Iconic artist call me bob ross
Picture painting why you hating
I'm just changing all perspectives
They all motivated by directives
Like a game I am so reckless
Mark it off that is a checklist
Shots fired at my next hit
Why you spent this effort
All upon me
I'm just heckler
I'm Not another zombie
rebel to remember
Not a pebble but a sculpture
out of boulder

You're a user of our old memories
I just don't like those tendencies
I say I want to move on
Why you getting stale like you an old crouton
You should get up off the couch that's a futon

I don't wanna tell you what you need to do
You're just supposed to know
Why you acting so slow
Cause you ain't acting right
And that's why I up and left
Told you 'gain and again
Don't need the attention
Do you fail to get the message
Or did I fail to mention yeah

Now this a stage one recovery
All of this is in the past it is history
Cleaning the slate thats a cup of some listerine
All of wounds have healed they are blistering
How do you feel that's some history
How can I do with that history
Well it is really a mystery
That's why they call me Mr clean
and why my songs hit mystically
Don't take all this too literally
And Get some money how your figures be
Ain't it funny you can't live for free
Drinking too much how my liver be

You're a user of our old memories
I just don't like those tendencies
I say I want to move on
Why you getting stale like you an old crouton
You should get up off the couch that's a futon