Even I can go underground
To the deepest of the deep; P-Town
A place with no magic, no lights, no sound
Steady posting on the block I found
Cruise for that d, yea I said a pound
Shh gangsta gangsta, don’t make a sound just turn around
I got that secrect, that kingdom, now I’m Brooklyn bound
Now I’ve got no fear
Till that block disappear
Don’t worry I hear
That diesel in my ear
I’ve got no pain
Found a way to make the world okay
But it’s just hidden
Now it’s risen
Don’t you wish the first time you listened
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem