From Here To Paternity IV: Love Is

Love is waking up to have you all up in my face, I'm honored Son to have you venture all up in my space, real talk my space is yours; the mirror's there, my face is yours, your Pops is in the building; guaranteed you're safe fa' sure.

Love is my emotions as I sit and watch you sleep, my eyes begin to moisten 'cause this love just rocks you deep, if you're a parent then you'll comprehend these words no doubt, but fathers and their firstborn sons indeed deserve no doubt.

Love is in the future; wond'ring how will things occur, each day I watch you grow and what my mind has seen occur, is football, fun, and girlies; helping you to see a plan, to discipline your mind 'cause you'll need it to be a man.

Love is knowing that the road is paved with yellow bricks, you'll have to go through something Son to get to better sh!t, experience will make this human fellowship a book, that'll take your life to read; be sure you listen as you look.

Love is realizing that someday we'll end; goodbye, but that's all in a future of the who, what, when, and why, until then Son I'll cherish every breath we get to share, upon your lifelong journey and the tests to get you there.

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