Today, a baffled lady observed the shell where my soul dwells And announced that I'm "articulate" Which means that when it comes to enunciation and diction I don't even think of it ‘Cause I’m "articulate" So when my professor asks a question And my answer is tainted with a connotation of urbanized suggestion There’s no misdirected intention Pay attention ‘Cause I’m “articulate” So when my father asks, “Wha’ kinda ting is dis?” My “articulate” answer never goes amiss I say “father, this is the impending problem at hand” And when I’m on the block I switch it up just because I can So when my boy says, “What’s good with you son?” I just say, “I jus’ fall out wit dem people but I done!” And sometimes in class I might pause the intellectual sounding flow to ask “Yo! Why dese books neva be about my peoples” Yes, I have decided to treat all three of my languages as equals Because I’m “articulate” But who controls articulation?
Sot, nje grua e habitur vezhgoi guacken ku shpirti im banon Dhe shpalli qe jam "elokuente" Qe do te thote se kur kemi te bejme me artikulimin dhe shqiptimin une s'kam nevoje te mendohem sepse jam elokuente Pra kur profesori im ben nje pyetje dhe pergjigja ime permban domethenie te zhargoneve te rruges Nuk ka qellim te keq Ki kujdes Sepse une jam "elokuente" Kur babai im me pyet "C'soj gjeje eshte kjo ?" Pergjigja ime elokuente s'mungon kurre I them "baba, ky eshte problemi qe duhet te zgjidhim tani" Dhe kur dal ne lagje E ndryshoj sepse mundem Dhe kur miku im me thot "C'kemi o vlla?" Une them "ja, u zura me ca njerez po iku, mbaroi!" Dhe ndonjehere ne klase Mund te pushoj rrjedhjen intelektuale  te se folurit dhe te pyes "Ore! Pse kta librat nuk flasin kurre per njerzit e mi" Po, kam vendosur te trajtoj te treja gjuhet e mia si te barabarta Sepse jam "elokuente" Por kush e kontrollon elokuencen?