You are the ink to my paper

What my pen is to my pad

The moral, the very fiber

The whole substance to my rap.

You are my reason for being

The meaning of my existance

If it wasnt for you

I would never be able to spit this

As intense as I do and the irony

Is you rely on me as much

as I rely on you to inspire me like you do.

You provide me the lighter-fluid the fuel my fire

Youre my entire supply

Gas, the match, the igniter.

The only way that I am able to stay so stable

Is you’re the legs to my table

If you were to break Id fall on my face.

But I am always going to make you feel

I dont need you as much as I really need you

So you dont use it to your advantage.

But you are essential to me

You are the air I breathe

I believe if you ever leave me

Id probably have no reason to be.

You are the Kim to my Marshall

You are the Slim to my Shady

The Dre to my Eminem

The Alaina to my Haillie.

You are the word that I am looking for when

I am trying to describe how I feel inside

Annons

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April 2010