By Arcassin Burnham



I put with your **** for a reason,
Drowning in my own pool of blood,
Don't be a stick in the mud,
There's nothing you could have done,
If theres no you then I'm done,
Have a baby by me,
But a daughter not a son,
Smile shines bright like the sun,
Sun kisses on your cheek,
From all the teaches you brung,
Wanna be the only one,
To you I speak.