MY NIGGAH....

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.