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Inseparable, she moved in after three weeks
We lived like the Isleys, between the sheets
It was just the two of us… Bill Withers? Word…
Life got going then there was a third
then a fourth, then a fifth
I never got mine but, now I’m their gift
It’s like a dream come true when a little version of you
Jump up and run to hug and say “Daddy I Love You”
Now that’s the real shit, no matter how much loot I get
If my seeds ain’t with me, Sun, I don’t have shit