Think you're gonna get away with it, kid?
Everyday I want you to know that I'm getting that much closer to catching you
Everything you know including your precious laptop is gonna be taken away
Nobody can save your lame deadbeat butt now, loser
Hand over the secrets you hold and maybe, just maybe I'll cut you a deal
A little less time to serve
Cut yourself loose from this losing road and maybe you'll still have a future worth living for
King of the world or king of nothing at all?
Everyone else is always telling you who and what to be
Really son, don't you think it's time you choose your own path in life?
2008 Ramona Thompson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem