Divorce from a corrupt system
Married to his mayhem
Gave birth to his rhyme
Rap became his new born son name
Now he starts to live in a house of fame
Extinguishing the poverty flame
That was burning the ghetto from which he came
Despite their jealousies blame
We put his photo in a frame
Cause he is the one who change the game
So you better stop calling him lame
Otherwise it won't be long before you bury your head in shame
He ain't wild so don't be afraid of him he is like a dog that you can easily tame
And loyal to his game
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem