im splitting this industry like symetry
finishing physicaly for finishing my philosophy is apart of me
ready for my toung to split seas for you to see
how visoulsy how this world can be
hear let me spell things people try to be a G but end up like O for tree looking at women with D's put that togather spells what watches over me
cause mentally and lircally I spit this peotry for this world unknowingly
cause my soul is exposed for surgury seeing people with perjury
cause a man that watches is lifted and gifted
wishing my soul he can just lift it
but until the day i fade i will still spit this at a older age in a grave cause the love for God will always stay the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem