Created a river, made a boat.
Took off, stayed a float.
Took a gun, told a joke
No one laughed, I was alone.
On the roam
nowhere to go
Nowhere is home
keep to myself, noones as cold.
Need no crew, I hold my own.
If I cant get doe from rap, I'll get paid writing poems.
Here I go
Like a ghost
Disappear, where is joe?
I was named after him but I dont know.

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