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I’ve written to you many times; I guess one more won’t hurt,
my name for you was Bash-Man; Bruce Wayne’s logo on your shirt,
but now I call you Dunie; why it changed I just don’t know,
it’s such a minor detail so for now I’m just gon’ flow.
You’re quite the character my boy; I pray you never change,
you always tell the truth and that’s the essence of the game,
of life that you’ll be living; son you have so far to walk,
I’m hoping to instill a few good things to start you off:
like don’t hold everything inside; it’s bruising to your health,
don’t kiss nobody’s @ss and always stay true to yourself,
there’re folks who’ll leave your life the same exact way they came in,
some friends will turn against you; let the people say amen.
You have a brain inside that dome; please use it to the full,
your mind’s your biggest weapon; please don’t lose it to the bull,
I have so much to teach you, I just hope that there’ll be time,
apply your common sense and all will turn out very fine.
The scant words in this letter that I hope you’ll one day read,
are meant as just a sample of the air you’ll one day breathe,
I want to be beside you on the day it all kicks in,
You’ll always be my Dunie, and I’ll love you ‘til the end.
