It’s been, a long day,
Am lying in the sodding hay
With my baby son,
My beauty wife,
My life’s getting high! !
Sing I got cash,
A cold club,
A teddy bear for my loving child,
It feels like,
A paradise,
My life’s getting high! !
She treats me, like.
A ghetto king,
All I did was bring a ring,
And said the right things,
“its you I love and need”
My life’s getting high! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh to be treated like a king Simply because of the ring. Well done my friend.