went to Ali Bongos
music stall down, street
living in African Congo's
then he got itchy feet
started doing jazz
sold his soul to punk
getting into razzmatazz
then the shop just sunk
DJ Bongo, set up shop
down the end of, our street.
selling various hip-hop
our street had a funky beat
started doing house music
then got into mega rap
some of it was abusive
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I would like to translate this poem
Telling a truth helps. A nice poem.