I was grateful to be born i'll be grateful to die
I was put on this earth but I do not know why
I'm living on a shoe string
I want more of the pie
My credit is bad
my back balance dry
I have nobody to love to love
my hair is turning grey
my ancestors are angry because to them I do not pray
I'm walking on egg shells I'm careful where I tread
One more nail in the coffin and then i'll be dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem