Look at me now standing 6 ft 5
Wearing my Armani suit ready to present my new book...
Which is about nothing, but the truth.
But I remember the day I use to use to skip school,
Drink booze and smoke roots with my troops.
Played school like it was chess.
Damn I wish I studied for this test
But look at me now and tell me what you see.
Success, yes.
But my success was a cursed.
I can feel the pressure on my chess
i think these haters are mad because I’m bless
But not to worry,
Because I won’t stop writing till they put me two rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem