This is a song about "The world is on my shoulders"

The world at risk, all on his wrist, the mic is gripped/

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

My shoulders have been teared from the weight

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Potions brewing in the workshop right above my shoulders

World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

Always holding the world on my shoulder

Good love then i can do that for her

This is what i cannot say, but plays over and over above my shoulders

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

I'm atlas, carry the weight of the world on my shoulders/

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Back like i never ever left in the first

Hip hop is my motherfuckin' world