Quiet
Then came the storm.
Kaikki Tunsin kerran ollut enää.
Minun maailmani kääntyi ylösalaisin.
Fantasized aarteita nappasi kämmenten minun hyvin käsissä.
Menetetty,
Ei vain arvokkain omaisuutensa, mutta rakastan Tunsin kerran.
Aika,
vain vihollinen,
Creeping courageously upon my future
Tomorrow,
Mitä odottaa?
Yet another storm
Calamity, chaos and confusion
The roof over my head comes with barbed wire, vartiotorneineen, varret, ja juuri ennen myrskyä……hiljaisuus!
The storm twists and topples my surroundings,
Pinning men into rage.
Even at this very moment I have to keep my eyes open but cover my ears as the thunderous eruptions of prison become deafening
Quiet……..
can can you hear?
With the storm comes yells, screams and men crying and pleading for yet another chance.
It never comes.
Because the storm has come!
![](https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3757/10965456385_62b0d4f1d9.jpg "Jermaine "Murda" Säde")
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