Suppose to tell the story from part 1 to 4,
Bout I cant' understand why art is war,
Here's alil story about sum sh** dat needs to stop,
Sumbody out dere dont' want me too pop,
Everythang got me frustrated to the point,
That everyday I wake up wit my hand on the gun
Contemplating to myself,
I should go in use it,
But then I tell myself dat im the best,
Soo I go and make sum music....,
Persevered along tyme,
Thinkin Im gonna lose it,
Cuz blunt after blunt,
Everyday I abuse it....
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I would like to translate this poem
nice flow, i like it... +10