I don't be blastin' no techs/ or even cashin' no checks/ but I'm having passionate sex/ with the only woman who can handle my ass you can bet/ layin' kisses down the back of her neck/ and if I had to rate our life, It'd have to be X/ we're like rabbits, I jest/ so let's just go back and reset/ back to when our two dumb asses had met/ and some of the mistakes we made were tragic at best/ but we pulled through anyways, like magic. We're blessed/ It's hard to contain this love even in this massive a chest/ I sometimes feel my mind unfastened, a mess/ and you're right there asking why I'm sad and distressed/ when I find myself thinkin' of when I was an assassin of flesh/ and I've gone back to unrest/ you fire me back up like a dragon with breath/ and the best thing about that is I never had to ask you for this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem