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Evo pisem ponovno jednu pjesmu na engleskom inspiriran jednom predivnom osobom, svojim dobrim prijateljem iz popravnog doma gdje su nas i natezali i mlatili i tukli i sve. Ovo pisem ja:
It's the last story of this building
it's not that kind of feeling
that i felt
and i can't
realize that i can't
find the place
if there's a place
on this day
on the earth
it's curse
on the church
if theres nothing worth
i can't explain
i can't constrain
the art of the holy figure
i cannot figure
out it's the doubt
and i shout
of the million people
that can't laugh
but thats a bless
restrain the domain
house of pain
its not the same
shit in the flame
i fuck its that
i stuck in the can
i get a fan
with a style that can only walk
a mile lonk
im to strong for this shit
i get to old for this shit
i feel the heat
of the room
in the scroom
of the dawn
in the spawn
of the one that i see as the nigga inside me.
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