Pepe & Mershawn 4Life

I am living a dream that has turned into a nightmare...................................I come from everywhere, Everywhere i go: Art i am of the arts' Among the mountains' Mountains i am: All is beautiful and loyal, All musical and right And all, like the diamond' Is charcoal before being light; With to poor to the world, I want to cast my fate; A little brook in the mountain, Pleases me more than the sea, I want, whenever i die, Stateless, but with no master, To have my tombstone, A bouquet of flowers and my country's flag. I cultivate the white rose, In July and in January; For the sincere friend who offers me their hand. And for the cruel one who rips from me my heart by which i live, I cultivate neither thorns nor thistles; I cultivate the white rose