You’re the ink to my paper Where my pen is to my pad The moral, the very fiber The whole substance to my rap. You are my reason for being The meaning of my existence If it wasn’t for you I would never be able to spit this

“You’re the ink to my paper
Where my pen is to my pad
The moral, the very fiber
The whole substance to my rap.
You are my reason for being
The meaning of my existence
If it wasn’t for you
I would never be able to spit this”