i seen the pain
i seen the rain
i seen the money
i seen all the honey's
i seen the struggle
to get some money
you sell drugs and go rob house's
you didn't care because to you life wasn't fair
i seen the struggle
to survive going by hoping
that you don't die
it's hard
i seen the struggle
to not cry even thou everyday hurt
i seen the struggle out in the world
it's so cold and lonely out there and your life moght not be fair but don't give up there is still fresh air
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful. love your write.