Who You Are

Come to send Not condescend Transcendental consequence Is to transcend, where we are Who are we? Who we are Trampled marrs on your souls Changes all, you're a part Seen it all, not at all Can't defend, fuck the man Take me for a ride, Before we leave Circumstance Clappin' hands Guidin' winds Happenstance Off the track, in the mud Patch the marrs, in the aforementioned verse Just a little time, Before we leave Stop light plays its part So I would say you've got a heart What's your part? Who you are You are who, who you are