sitten back thinken
how iam gunna catch stacks
hopen i dont got to load the strap
but kowen i gota watch my back
sitten back thinken
how fat iam gunna make the sack
hopen the police dont come and raid my shack
but knowen theres allways somebody to stab you in the back
sitten back thinken
how me and my homies use to sit back and relax
hopen i could get them back
but knowen i cant
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I would like to translate this poem
thinkin back to how things use to be