maybe i should return to
the light breeze that burns true
cause its not like when i quit my life stop'd giving me fits
cooking its better i must admit
but i like the stench that sticks
makes family members drift
like i give a flup whos mad at me...
pinpoint my flaws with accuracy
this is my reality
tell me who lives in this mist casually
opinions wrapped up like gifts hassle me
present'd rudely attacking me
but you were wrong to attack her
torture me with your ignorance
but leave her where she sits
forever i'll respectfully bite my tung, internal fun when she flips
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem