Life is long, write a song
I just don't know why
Got no passion got no poison
I can't even cry
I'm resolute no revolutions
Here to make me die.
No clientel I'm writing spells
A potion that might make me fly
Life's so much bigger
Can't pull the trigger
What's the ****in' point?
What the hell, might as well,
Let's light up that joint.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem