He was the dew to my morning, the
answer to my calling.
He was the clip to my 9, the Rugger by my side.
My nigga
till I die.
The moon to my sun and the 3 to my 4, he is the knob to my door.
All those before me made me want more.
With him by my right what else would I
ask for?
The world, the stars, a
multi-verse?
Multi verses, a poem a rap song and dance wouldn’t do justice to
the contentedness of what we make,
it might be described as chance but fuck
it! In a trance I stay.
Cause like truth
and principles of life it doesn’t change or go away..
He made me love not being
fearful and gave me freedom to BE Love.
I allowed him in my temple and he made
holy worship, 808 circles,
bass beating drum play as he took calculated strokes
reaching the ayin at the tip of my spine.
Spiritual sciences applied to my
mind.
A perfect mathematical equation when I look in his eyes.
The yang to my
yin, the out to my in.
The definition of he and I is sacred geometry.
What we
make is infinity.
And as immortals, he’ll forever be my nigga till I die.
