Diploma - Gloc 9

Ang pangalan ko’y Aristotle Pollisco

Nag-aral sa Binangonan Elementary School

Nagtapos sa mataas na paaralan ng Morong Rizal

Nag-aral ng kolehiyo, nagtigil

Nagpatuloy ng dalawang taon ngunit hindi po ako nakatapos ng aking pag-aaral

Mula pa nung pagkabata ako ang syang kinukutsa

Sa tambayan ng mayayabang at may laman ang bulsa

Habang ang mga katulad ko’y pinipilit na makaahon

Laging laman ng mga tawanan kailan ba makakabangon

Sa mga panghuhusga na kanilang mga mata

Pinilit kong hindi lumuha sa harapan ng iba

At ginamit ang mga pangit at kahit yan ang sinapit

Ay di ko mapapayagan tuluyan akong malait

At maubusan ng lupang aking pwedeng tapakan

Aking pwedeng lakaran, aking pwedeng tamnan

Ng mga binhing sa kalaunan ay aking pwedeng maani

At aking pwedeng masabi minsan ako ay naghari

Sa palasyo ng pangarap na aking inaasam

Walang nakahadlang kahit na may pasan pasan

Sa bawat letrang sinulat halika ika’y sumama

Sa kapirasong papel na tinuturing kong diploma

Siya si gloc-9 taga Binangonan Rizal

Isang makatang maririnig sa kahit saang lugar

At kahit 'di nakatapos ng pag-aaral halika

Ang tula kong ito ang tinuturing kong diploma

Isang kapirasong papel na pinahiran ng tinta

Parang larawang ginuhit na ginamitan ng pinta

Ng isang pintor, na inalay ang bawat araw sa buhay

Upang ang damdamin kanyang mailarawan ng tunay

At kulay na ang puhunan ay laging patak ng pawis

At ang kapalaran ay nakasaad sa mukha ng bayaning inihagis

Kara o krus ganyan ang buhay ng mga katulad namin

Mga salitang namulat binuhat sagad sa damdamin

At handang hanapin at hamakin ang nang masabi ko na akin ang

Araw na narinig ang mga sinulat kong salitang

Musmus pa lamang ay dinadalangin

Maranasan ang palakpakan kasabay ng hangin

Ayokong magtunog mayabang sa awitin na to

Pero sabihin mo sa akin kung sino pa sa larangan na to

Bukod sa taga Antipolong iniidolo ko

Wala na sigurong sasabay sa awiting kong ito kasi

My name is Aristotle Pollisco

Attended Binangonan Elementary School

Graduated from Morong Rizal high school

Attended college, quit

It went on for two years but I did not finish my studies

He has been teasing me since I was a child

In the tambayan of the arrogant and full of pockets

While people like me are trying to get up

Always full of laughter when you get up

In the judgments of their eyes

I tried not to cry in front of others

And used the ugly ones and even that happened

I will not allow myself to be small forever

And run out of land I can tread on

I can walk, I can plant

Of the seeds I can eventually reap

And I can say that once I reigned

In the dream palace I longed for

There is no obstacle even with a heavy burden

With every letter written, come along

On the piece of paper I consider a diploma

He is gloc-9 from Binangonan Rizal

A poet can be heard anywhere

And even if you don't finish school, come

This poem of mine is what I consider a diploma

A piece of paper coated with ink

It's like a picture drawn with a painting

Of an artist, who dedicated every day in life

So that his feelings can be described as real

And color that investment is always drops of sweat

And fate is indicated on the face of the cast hero

Kara or krus is the life of those like us

Conscious words are often created with emotion

And willing to seek and despise when I say I own the

Day heard the words I wrote

Musmus is just praying

Experience the applause along with the wind

I don't want to sound arrogant in this song

But tell me who else is in this field

Apart from the people of Antipolong, I idolize them

Maybe no one will accompany this song of mine