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No exaggerations ma, I love you to death
If I didn't I wouldn't write for you, you don't know how strong these feelings are held
I catch myself in Soliloquy, reminiscent of the times I felt
No woman on this planet would remember me
That eventually got bad for my health; scars on forearms, torn lungs
Bloated livers, and reckless perspectives all had to be overcome
Then you came to take away the pain, that MUST be love I would say
I don't even know where the hell you blind-sided me from
So when a couple names I could drop want me to let some bullets spray, I pray
Confide in you until my dying days, I don't want it to be sooner for OUR sake
And when family ties break and bonds form between the snakes in my lawn
All I can do is hope they know I'm not prey anymore
I swear women love me down when I'm taken, look down on me when I mingle
That's only when I was single, now they despise that I'm feigning a sequel
Maybe a daughter with Siyana as her middle title, that's feasible
Or even a son with my name as his center construct seems believable
How you found me was dumb luck,
And how all these women circle back to try and get me sprung deals with lust
TRUST me love, if you invest your time there won't be an issue with us
Because when the end comes;
These silly women will finally realize I'm serious about you and then some
And our love will multiply in your account, and we'll just call that basic trust income

Mai, my love.