I’m A Dis-Krep-Ency

As the depths of the deep sea, so is my love for thee.

For never will you know someone who’s surrendered wholly his heart and soul and lives only to mend your hurts and pains all to make his love plain.

Let it be seen in all I do For you it’s only for you, my everything.

I love you, since before we made everything.

I’m like 1985

Not flying

But I’m fly

Catch my jet at 5

Work 6 to 6

Gig ain’t me just a

Job, off at 6 in the A

But I’m out at 5

Back to the head

Phones crafting

Up bass

Who ever thought

A baseline e would feed

My addictions

Keep me living

A dream is a reality

You perceive

Or chase it

Make it realized

Now it’ll be

That’s me

I’m still alive

Catch the jet at 5

The ShardiStry is still real

You gonna catch feels that’s 4reel.

Just watch and wait watch me bait my

Millie catch it like prize like I hate having

Been broke,

Yet unseen if my fall off that valley

Broke us

All I know is jet at 5

We still alive

Let’s get to the airport Love

We living like 1985

I take them apart

Every betwixt the middle

We come together

Nothing could keep us apart.

I love you, my “Ghetto G Angel”

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This does not however posit the relativity of the phenomenal world, it won’t render it absurd.

Why? On what proof? Who’s authority?

Simply listen to your heart? Your soul will echo truth so divine you can never subscribe to such a thought construct. One would have to constantly ever so diligently negating his or her own existence.

A tall order Indeed.