I wrote a rap about getting older

I feel bad that I'm getting older, past ashes vanish and the bridges smolder. Can't grasp I panick,fast clasp and grab it, then my shit gets vanished. Passive and standing, relapse and blending in with the wrong crowd. Bitches demanding that i'm a candidate for taking life like grainite block. My whole world disolves and the status stops,while this man just rots! These clowns they surrond me it's a phantom plot. I said a man is hot.His names Steve, I've three ways with lean gays and brandish cocks. My names Jared aka Tony, I'm all alone on the forums composing, a posse full of erroding lonely stories. Pretending i'm a condecending homely cossy firefighter man and these children know me. THATS IT