Let my last words get to her
The senior abiamo of all nation
The reason for my existence
Tell her I'm a legendary child.
Tell her I have completed my mission
Tell her that her ammunition and bulletproof are priceless
Tell her I foray her wardrobe to steal her wrapper.
Tell her I stole the pot of her lusciously soup.
Tell her that her doctrines are saving grace
And her chastisements are friendly to my health
Tell her that her words are pure honey
Tell her I miss her.
Tell her not to mewl at my grave
I die being a legendary warrior
Tell her not to regret of her stubborn consanguineous child
Tell her to motivate other mothers.
Tell my Momma that her bosom is the best pillow and dinner ever
Tell her that her man is the luckiest man
Tell her I have sojourned on earth and I have gone to abide in heaven
Tell my Momma that I will choose her in life to come
Tell her that many were saved by my death
Tell her that her faithful prayers are always answered
Tell her I love her.
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