Rhyme or Reason

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your da- your daddy?) I don't have one

My mother reproduced like a Komodo dragon
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all over the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music usually has 'em)
(But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such blind rage I need a seein'-eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on
Oh, it's on the rampage, couldn't see what I wrote, I write small
It says "ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to Die Hard"
So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
Hip hop ain't dying on my watch

But sometimes, when I'm sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by the hand to promise land
And threaten everyone, 'cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don't know him, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Haha
Has he taken (has he taken) any time (any time)
(To show) to show you what you need to live?

No, if he had, he wouldn't have ended up in these rhymes on my pad
I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude wouldn't be so bad, yeah, dad
I'm The epitome and the prime example of what happens
When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start dancing
Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens to be rapping
Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the bank
Lampin' in my K-Mart mansion, I'm in the style department
With a pile in my cart, rippin' the aisle apart
With great power comes absolutely no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent, and condescending
The king of nonsense and controversy is on, a
Beat killing spree, your honor, I must, plead
Guilty 'cause I sparked a revolution
Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
To take it to the next level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it
(Hip hop is the devil's music) does that mean it belongs to me?
'Cause I just happen to be a white honky devil with two horns
That don't honk but every time I speak you hear a beep?
But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a whisper
Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch
'Cause it's the

It's the time of the season, when hate runs high
And this time, we'll give it to you easy (give it you easy)
(When I take) I take back what's mine
With pleasured hands, and torture everyone, that is my plan
My job here isn't done, 'cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

So (what's your name?) Shady
(Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy?) I don't give a fuck, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha ha
Has he taken (has he taken) any time (any time)
(To show) to show you what you need to live?

So yeah, dad let's walk
Let's have us a father and son talk
But I bet we probably wouldn't get one block
Without me knocking your block off
This is all your fault
Maybe that's why I'm so bananas
I appeal to all those walks of like
Whoever had strife
Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like
'Cause I related to the struggles of young America
When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles
Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again
It's a hyster-ical, I chuckle
'Cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better beware knuckleheads
The sign on my hustle says "don't knock"
The door's broken, it won't lock
It might just fly open, get cold cocked
You critics come pay me a visit
Misery loves company, please stay a minute
Kryptonite to a hypocrite
Zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it
Too busy getting stoned in your glass house
To kick rocks, then you wonder why I lash out?
Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers
So spread the word 'cause I'm promoting my passion 'til I'm passed out
Completely brain dead Rain Man
Doing a Bankhead in a restraint chair
So bitch, shoot me a look it better be a blank stare
Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier than
All eight of the reindeer put together with Chief Keef
'Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah
Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look
For a fucking reason for it that ain't there
But I still am a criminal
Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my genitals
The last Mathers LP done went diamond
This time I'm predicting this one will go emerald (ha)
When will the madness end? How can it? When
There's no method to the pad and pen
The only message that I have to sing is
Dad, I'm back at it again
Bitch (who's your daddy? Daddy)

[Tradução de "Rhyme or Reason", de Eminem]

[Introdução: Produção & Eminem]
'Yeah', 'yeah'
'Yeah', 'yeah', 'yeah'
("Qual seu nome?") Marshall
("Quem é seu papai?") Eu não tenho um

[Verso 1]
Minha mãe reproduziu como um dragão de komodo
E me teve no banco de trás de uma motocicleta, bateu
No lado de uma loco-motiva com rap, eu sou
Louco, é como dar a um psicopata uma arma carregada
Michelangelo irritado com uma pistola de tinta
Prestes a explodir por toda a tela
De volta com o rap do Yoda, "em um espasmo
Sua música geralmente os tem
Mas diminuiu com o jogo seu entusiasmo não
Seguir você deve, Rick Rubin mеu pequeno Padawan"
Um Jedi еm treinamento, cérebro colossal e
Pensamentos que entretém
Mas dócil e impossível de explicar e, eu também sou vão e
Provavelmente encontraria um jeito de reclamar de uma pintura do Picasso
Vômito Skywalker, mas soo como um Chewbacca quando converso
Cheio de tanta fúria cega eu preciso de um cão guia
Não consigo encontrar a página que eu estava escrevendo essa rima
Oh, está em um tumulto
Não consigui ver o que eu escrevi, eu escrevo pequeno
Diz, "desde que eu dirigia um Lincoln '79 com faixas brancas
Tinha um fogo no meu coração
E um enorme desejo de morrer"
Então desde que eu esteja no relógio, batendo esse cartão do tempo
Hip-hop não morrerá no meu turno

[Refrão]
Agora, às vezes, quando eu estou dormindo
Ela vem para mim nos meus sonhos
Ela tem dono? Ela é minha?
Não há tempo, não importa, quero que se foda
Deixe-me pega-la pela mão e te levar à terra prometida
E ameaçar todos
Porque não há rima ou razão para nada

[Pós-refrão: Produção & Eminem]
("Agora, qual seu nome?") Marshall
("Quem é seu papai?") Eu não o conheço, mas eu imagino—
("Ele é rico como eu?") Ha
("Ele tomou algum tempo para te mostar o que você precisa para viver?")

[Verso 2]
Não, se ele tivesse
Ele não teria terminado nessas rimas no meu caderno
Eu não estaria tão bravo, minha atitude não seria tão ruim
'Yeah', pai, eu sou o resumo e primeiro
Exemplo do que acontece quando o poder da rima
Cai nas mãos erradas e
Faz você querer levantar e começar a dançar
Mesmo se for Charles Manson
Que estiver rimando, luzes azuis piscando
Rindo o caminho todo para o banco, iluminando minha mansão do K-Mart
Eu estou no departamento de estilo
Com uma pilha no meu carrinho, acabando com o corredor, mas
Com grandes poderes vêm
Absolutamente nenhuma responsabilidade por conteúdo
Completamente desanimado e condescendente
O rei do sem sentido e controvérsia está em uma
Sequência de porradas, meritíssimo
Eu devo alegar culpado, porque eu iniciei uma revolução
Rebelde sem causa que causou a evolução
Do rap, para levar para o próximo nível, impulsiona-lo
Mas muitos o repreenderam, e seja quem for que produziu
("Hip-hop é a música do Diabo")
Isso quer dizer que ela pertence a mim?
Porque eu acabo por ser um demônio branco com dois chifres
Que não buzina, mas toda vez que eu falo você escuta um 'beep'
Mas liricamente eu nunca ouço um piu, nem sequer um sussurro
Melhor rappers ficarem longe de mim, vadia, porque é a—

[Refrão]
É a época do ano
Quando o ódio está alto
E dessa vez, eu não te darei fácil
Quando eu tomar de volta o que é meu
Com mãos prazerosas
E torturar todos, esse é meu plano
Meu trabalho aqui não está acabado
Porque não há rima ou razão para nada

[Pós-refrão: Produção & Eminem]
("Qual seu nome?") Shady
("Quem é seu papai?") Quero que se foda, mas eu imagino—
("Ele é rico como eu?") Dúvido, ha
("Ele tomou algum tempo para te mostar o que você precisa para viver?")

[Verso 3]
Então, 'yeah', pai—vamos caminhar
Vamos ter uma conversa de pai e filho
Mas eu aposto que nós não andaríamos um quarteirão
Sem eu acabar com você, isso é tudo sua culpa
Talvez seja por isso que eu sou tão louco, eu apareço para todos esses andarilhos
Da vida, qualquer um que teve que lutar
Talvez seja assim que são conversas entre pais e filhos
Porque eu me relacionei com os problemas da América jovem
Quando a porra dos pais deles não sabiam das dificuldades
Agora eles estão arrancando os cabelos de novo, é histérico
Eu rio enquanto todos machucam suas juntas
'Yeah', uh-oh, melhor ficar ciente, cebeção!
O sinal da minha agitação diz:
"Não bata", a porta está quebrada, ela não tranca
Talvez ela saia voando, bata em vocês
Críticos vieram me pagar uma visita?
Miséria ama companhia, por favor fique um minuto!
Criptonita para um hipócrita
Feche seus lábios se você pode falar mas não ouvir
Muito ocupado ficando chapado na sua casa de vidro
Para chutar pedras, daí você imagina porque eu explodi
Sr. Mathers, como advertido nos panfletos, então espalhe a palavra
Porque eu estou promovendo minha paixão até eu desmaiar
Cérebro completamente morto: Rain Man
Fazendo banca em uma cadeira de força
Então, vadia, olhe para mim, melhor ser um olhar vazio
Ou seja socado no pancreas
Eu sou mais bravo que todas as oito outras renas
Junto com Chief Keef, porque eu odeio absolutamente tudo, 'yeah'
Até essa rima, vadia
E pare de tentar procurar por um motivo pra isso, porque não há
Mas eu ainda sou um "Criminoso!"
Retardado de dez anos pegando nas minhas genitálias
O último Mathers LP foi diamante
Dessa vez eu prevejo que esse será esmeralda! (Hehe)
Quando essa loucura acabará?
Como pode quando não há método para a caneta e o caderno?
A única mensagem que eu tenho para enviar
É: "Pai, eu estou de volta!"

[Saída]
Vadia... (Quem é seu papai?)

[Intro]
(What's your name ?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don't have one

[Couplet 1]
My mother reproduced like the komodo dragon
And had me on the back of a motorcycle, then crashed in
The side of loco-motive with rap, I'm
Loco, it's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a tantrum
'Bout to explode all over the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap, "In a spasm
Your music usually has 'em
But waned for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't
Follow you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan"
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts are entertainin'
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such blind rage I need a seein' eye dog
Can't even find the page I was writing this rhyme on
Oh it's on the ram-page, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
It says, "Ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with whitewall, had a fire in my heart
And a dire desire to aspire to Die Hard"
So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
Hip-hop ain't dying on my watch

[Refrain]
Now sometimes, when I'm sleepin'
She comes to me in my dreams
Is she taken? Is she mine?
Don't got time, don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by the hand to promised land
And threaten everyone
Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

[Pont]
Now
(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don’t know him, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)

[Couplet 2]
No, if he had
He wouldn't have ended up in these rhymes on my pad
I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude wouldn't be so bad
Yeah Dad
I'm the epitome and the prime
Example of what happens when the power of the rhyme
Falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start dancin'
Even if it is Charles Manson
Who just happens, to be rapping, blue lights flashing
Laughing all the way to the bank, lamping in my K-Mart mansion
I’m in the style department
With a pile in my cart, ripping the aisle apart but
With great power comes absolutely no responsibility for content
Completely, despondent and condescending
The king of nonsense and controversy is on a beat killing spree
Your honor, I must plead guilty, cause I sparked a revolution
Rebel without a cause who caused the evolution
Of rap, to take it to the next level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it
("Hip-hop is the devil's music") Does that mean it belongs to me?
Cause I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns
That don't honk but every time I speak you hear a beep
But, lyrically, I never hear a peep, not even a whisper
Rappers better stay clear of me, bitch, cause it's the...

[Refrain]
It's the time of the season, when hate runs high
And this time, I won't give it to you easy
When I take back what's mine with pleasured hands
And torture everyone, that is my plan
My job here isn't done
Cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

[Pont]
(What's your name?) Shady
(Who's your daddy?) I don’t give a fuck, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Doubt it, ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)

[Couplet 3]
So yeah, Dad, let's walk
Let's have us a father and son talk
But I bet we wouldn't probably get one block
Without me knocking your block off, this is all your fault
Maybe that's why I'm so bananas, I a-ppealed to all those walks
Of life, whoever had strife
Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like
Cause I, related to the struggles of young America
When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles
Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again, it's hysterical
I chuckle, as everybody bloodies their bare knuckles
Yeah uh-oh, better beware knuckle heads
The sign of my hustle says "Don't knock, the doors broken, it won't lock
It might just fly open, get cold-cocked
You critics come to pay me a visit?
Misery loves company, please stay a minute
Kryptonite to a hypocrite, zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it
Too busy getting stoned in your glass house, to kick rocks
Then you wonder why I lash out
Mr. Mathers as advertised on the flyers, so spread the word
Cause I'm promoting my passion until I'm passed out
Completely brain dead, Rain Man
Doing a Bankhead in a restraint chair
So, bitch, shoot me a look, it better be a blank stare
Or get shanked in the pancreas
I'm angrier than all eight other reindeer put together with Chief Keef
Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah
Even this rhyme, bitch
And quit trying look for a fucking reason for it that ain't there
But I still am a "Criminal!"
Ten-year-old degenerate grabbing on my genitals!
The last Mathers LP done went diamond
This time I'm predicting this one will go emerald!
When will the madness end, how can it when
There's no method to the pad and pen
The only message that I have to send is, Dad
I'm back at it again

Yeah... (Who's your daddy?)

(เธอชื่ออะไรเอ่ย) มาร์เชลเว้ย
(พ่อเธอชื่อไรเอ่ย) ฉันไม่มีเว้ย

แม่ของฉันงอกฉันเอามาได้เหมือนมังกรโคโมโด้
และฉันผ่านช่วงอันตรายมาแล้ว
และได้ชนเข้ากับความบ้าคลั่งของแร็ป
ฉันบ้าคลั่ง เหมือนการโยนปืนไปให้คนบ้า
ยิงสาดด้วยปืนสีแบบมีเกลันเจโลด้วยอารมณ์ที่พลุ่งพล่าน
ที่กำลังจะระเบิดตู้มทั่วผืนผ้า
มาที่อาจาร์ยโยดา
“ในการแซะเสียดคนอื่น เพลงของมึงต้องมีคำว่า พวกแม่ง
แต่ถ้าตกกระป๋องในเกมนี้ไปแล้วความกระตือรือร้นมึงไม่มีแล้วละก็
มึงต้องทำตาม ริก โรบิ้นศิษย์ตัวน้อยของฉัน”
ฉันเป็นเจไดที่ตามรอยเท้าโยดา คิดแล้วมันก็สนุกนะ
แต่ยังอ่อนน้อมและอธิยากเกินไปนะ ฉันยังไร้สาระและ
น่าจะหาวิธีอธิบายเกี่ยวกับภาพของปิกัสโซ่นะ
Puke Skywalker* แต่เสียงเหมือนชิวแบคคาเวลาคุย
ฉันเต็มไปด้วยความโกรธที่จะเล่นไม่เลือก ฉันอยากเห็นแววตาหมา
ฉันหาแผ่นกระดาษที่ฉันเขียนกลอนไม่เจอ
อ้อ ฉันอาละวาดอยู่ ฉันมองไม่เห็นที่ฉันเขียนเพราะฉันเขียนตัวเล็ก
มันเขียนว่า “ตั้งแต่ฉันขับ 79ลินคอล์นกับขอบยางสีขาว
ไฟในหัวใจมันก็พลุ่นพล่าน
และความหวังที่ลำบากนี่เพื่อที่จะหวังเป็น ไอ้ตายยาก”
ตราบใดที่ฉันยังตรอกบัตรในเวลางานอยู่
ฮิปฮอปจะไม่มีวันตายในเวลางานของฉัน

บางครั้ง เมื่อฉันหลับลง
เธอเข้ามาในฝันของฉัน
เธอถูกขโมยมาหรอ? หรือของฉัน?
ไม่มีเวลาจะแคร์ ฉันไม่สนใจทั้งสองอย่างแหละ
ให้ฉันพามึงไปยังดินแดนแห่งสัญญา
และขู่ทุกๆคน
เพราะมันไม่มีกลอนหรือเหตุผลอะไรเลย

เอาล่ะ
(ชื่ออะไรเอ่ย) มาร์เชลเว้ย
(พ่อชื่ออะไรเอ่ย?) ไม่รู้เว่ย แต่ก็อยากรู้นะ
(แล้วเขารวยเหมือนฉันไหม) เหอะ
(หากเขาได้ใช้ ทุกเวลา เพื่อให้เห็นสิ่งที่เธออยากมีชีวิตอยู่)

ไม่ ถ้าใช้นะ
คงไม่มาจบในเพลงของฉันหรอก
ฉันก็จะไม่บ้า ทัศคติของฉันก็จะดี
ใช่ พ่อ
ฉันคือสิ่งที่ดีเลิศประเสิรฐศรี
ลองยกตัวอย่างกับสิ่งที่เกิดขึ้นเมื่อพลังของการแต่งเพลง
หล่นใส่ผิดมือล่ะ และ
มันจะทำให้มึงต้องลุกขึ้นมาเต้น
แม้มันจะเป็น ชาร์ล แมนสัน
คนที่พึ่งจะได้แร็ป ไฟไซเรนก็กระพริบซะละ
หัวเราะไปตลอดทางไปธนาคาร ฉายแสงมาที่คฤหาสน์ของฉัน
ฉันอยู่ในแผนกสไตล์
กับกองเพลงในรถเข็นฉัน
ฉีกทางเดินออกไป แต่
พลังที่ยิ่งใหญ่ไม่มีความรับผิดชอบแน่ๆ
เนื้อหาพวกนี้อ่ะนะ มันเต็มไปด้วยความสิ้นหวัง
ฉันเนี่ยราชาแห่งความไร้สาระและความขัดแย้ง ที่ถล่มจังหวะอย่างเมามันส์
เพื่อศักดิ์ศรีของมึง ฉันต้องสารภาพผิด
เพราะฉันเป็นคนจุดประกายปฏิวัติขึ้นมา
กบฏโดยไม่มีสาเหตุ ฉันเป็นที่ทำให้แร็ปนี่มีวิวัฒนาการ
ที่จะไต่เต้าสูงขึ้นเรื่อยๆ เร่งมันเข้า
แต่อีกหลายๆคนตำหนิฉันและคนที่ผลิตฉัน
(ฮิปฮอปเป็นเพลงของปีศาจ) อ่าว งั้นมันแปลว่าเป็นของฉันอ่ะดิ?
เพราะฉันพึ่งจะกลายเป็นปีศาจสีขาวกับเขาสองเขา
ฉันไม่ได้บีบแตรนะ แต่ทุกครั้งที่ฉันพูดมึงจะได้ยินเสียงเซนเซอร์
แต่ก็นะ ฉันไม่เคยได้ยินใครมาด่าเลย แม้แต่กระซิบ
แร็ปเปอรืที่ดีควรตรงไปตรงมากับฉันนะ เพราะมันคือ

มันคือเวลาของฤดู ที่พวกที่หมั่นไส้ของขึ้น
และเวลานี้ ฉันจะไม่ยอมให้คุณง่ายๆหรอก
เมื่อฉันเอาของๆฉันคืนด้วยมืออันอบอุ่น
และจะทรมานทุกๆคน นี่แหละแผนฉัน
งานของฉันมันยังไม่เสร็จ
เพราะมันไม่มีบทเพลงหรือเหตุผลอะไรเลย

(ชื่ออะไรเอ่ย?) เชดี้เว้ย
(พ่อชื่ออะไรเอ่ย) ฉันไม่สน แต่ฉันก็สงสัยนะ
(เขารวยเหมือนฉันไหม?) ก็ไม่รู้สินะ เหอะ
(หากเขาได้ใช้ ทุกเวลา เพื่อให้เห็นสิ่งที่เธออยากมีชีวิตอยู่)

เอาละ พ่อ มาเริ่มต้นใหม่
มาคุยกันแบบพ่อลูกกันดีกว่า
แต่พนันได้เลยเราไม่มีทางได้ก้อนอิฐมาหรอก
ถ้าไม่มีฉันที่กระแทกมันออกมา เพราะหมดนี่เป็นความผิดของมึง
บางทีนั้นก็เป็นเพราะว่าทำไมฉันถึงบ้า ฉันดึงดูดความสนใจ
ต่อเด็กทั้งหลาย
ที่กำลังเบื่อหน่ายกับชีวิต
บางทีนั้นอาจจะเป็นสิ่งที่พ่อลูกมีเหมือนกันนะ
เพราะฉันเองก็ได้เล่าเรื่องความลำบากในวัยเด็ก
เมื่อพ่อแม่มันไม่ได้ตระหนักถึงปัญหานั้นเลย
ละพวกมันก็แยกเด็กออกจากฉัน บ้าไปแล้ว
ฉันได้แต่แอบขำ ที่เด็กทุกคนต่อยกำแพงจนเลือดอาบ
โอ้ะ โอ๋ ระวังหัวโขกล่ะ
ลางสังหรณ์ฉันบอกว่า อย่าเคาะ ประตูเสีย มันไม่ได้ล็อค
มันอาจจะแค่ซิปแตกจน*เย็น
คำวิจาร์ณของมึงมาให้ฉันไปหาหรอ?
คนเศร้ามาปลอบกันเอง งั้นรอแปบนะ
เอาคริปโตไนท์ไปแดกไอ้พวกตอแหล รูดซิปปากมึงซะถ้ามึงไม่คิดจะรับผิดชอบคำวิจาร์ณมึง
ฉันยุ่งเกินที่จะมาเคลียกับคำวิจาร์ณของพวกมึง
และมึงก็จะสงสัยว่าทำไมกูบุกเข้ามา
นาย มาเธอร์ บนใบปลิวโฆษณา เลยมาเผยแพร่
เพราะฉันกำลังโปรโมทสิ่งที่ฉันรักต่อไปจนฉันจะตาย
สมองฉันตายเรียบร้อย เหมือน Rain man
เต้นท่า bankhead ในเก้าอี้ทรมาน
เอ่าละ ไอ*ัด มองกูดีๆนะ ดีกว่ามองฉันผ่านๆ
หรือจะให้ฉันเสกมีดเข้าตับมึงละ
ฉันโกรธมากกว่า กวางเรนเดียกับ Chief keef ซะอีก
เพราะฉันเกลียดทุกๆอย่างเลย
แม้กระทั่งเพลงนี้ด้วย *ัส
และเลิกพยามยามหาเหตุผลที่มันไม่มีตั้งแต่แรก
แต่ฉันก็ยังเป็น “อาชญากร!”
เด้กเปรต 10 ขวบ*่งจับไข่ฉัน
อัลบั้ม MMLP ที่แล้วขึ้นระดับเพรช
แต่คราวนี้แหละกูทำนายได้ว่ามันต้องขึ้นระดับมรกตแน่ๆ
เมื่อความบ้าคลั่งจบลง มันจะมาอีกเมื่อไหร่
ฉันไม่มีอะไรจะเขียนแล้ว
นอกจากสิ่งเดียวที่จะเขียนส่งถึงพ่อ
ฉันกลับมาแล้ว

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