expo hewe go

hereditarily bipolar soldier
with the weight of the whole world
restin up on his shoulders
this weight is crushin my lungs but i try not to lose composure
continue to look for closure
got theese rappers in a pickle and swagger always stay kosher
flatenin out poets like a motha fuckin bull dozer
the closer
the owner
of lonely heart steadily growing colder
with excuses of youth n the truth is im steadily growin older
room fulla trophys that aint even hardly worth even holdin
eatin up beats, pickin mcs up out of my molers
yo money might not jingle but mine is to fat to fold it
with a flowcabulary so huge my head feeling a little swolen
when stayin relevant is the dream the fantasy
and the goal n
every body in the game well somebody shoulve toldem

life is a rap with a million words to capture
so un leash ya venom until we up in the rapture
so treat it like stride and never stop eatin rappers

im goin in down hill fuck it woe is me
and this everything you need to know of joey t
peace