Let this be a lament of a soulja
who's sick of the planet getting colda
can't lay his weary head on anyone's shoulda
i told ya he's a soulja fighting his own war
not knowing for sure, if he can handle anymore
fought so many battles, gave everything thing he had he'll
surely addle his true ambitions, {mess} up his missions
his purpose will be missing, gone AWOL
and that's just the beginning of his fall from grace
no one truly knew his case, left 2 face it on his own
he carried on, head strong, like there was nothing wrong...
2 be continued...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like rambo! ...Just kidding.. Well done again... :)