It is funny when I remember back the memories
hanging out and watching movies
chasing girls and acting tough to impress cuties
living without regrets or apologies
it all started when we were so young
fighting others and belonging to the same gang
knowing that our brotherhood will always be strong
though we share the same blood
and live in the same neighborhood
we will always fight over girls, fresh fries and delicious food
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem