I'm sick and tired of the way I'm livin'
hanging' out all night
with different women,
I gotta slow down so I can finally breathe
for once try and relax so I can live my own dreams,
I want to 'chill out' on my balcony
and not worry about' some thug
running in the back of me,
trying to car-jack for my black 'benz,
then turn around and try to sell it back to my own friends,
this life's got me fed up
all my friends talkin' to me
telling me to keep my head up,
I got to get away from this misery
it's so bad I can't tell my true friends from my enemies,
I got to find a spot in the country-side
and trade my fast cars and women in for buggy rides..
I got to get away!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem