Back in the corner outside the shower with number 7 on the hour sittin' in this chair with thick air while this lotion is dryin in my hair, i stare at these walls cuz when time passes it calls, to me this pen so swiftly written within' these oh so thin lines with each and every rhyme, im feelin' like a dime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem