747 . A love poem

This, aint no average love poem.
This is a drug poem.

Cuz yo love has got me higher then,
six doves strapped to a spaceship
No i mean yo loves got me higher than
hyde fez and kelso all
in eric foremans garage blown that dank shit


and whats funny is it all started kind of makeshift
like lets kiss for some time since we've got it .. now we've been kissing fa some time and can't stop it.
but heres my fundamental problem,

747 miles
my heart in DC .. while the rest of me in Georgia
homies tellem me i can solve all my issues with just one weekend out in florida.
but i love my girl so i had to ignored em

a cockroach can live up to nine days after losin its head.
but humans die instantly when they lose their heart
soo i guess this just my ghost talking..

but ion want this poem to haunt you, and ion want this poem to taunt you.
i just want this poem to flaunt you
ya know, like jim does pam
or will does jada

ion gotta say much you know whats real, considering i used to be a playa
but i hung my jersey up
and don't plan to play again
cause the game aint the same once you've found a life long friend.
but i also found a mother fa my future kids
a hustler for my future biz
a lover to make them future kids i mentioned before

i mean I'm doin pretty good far as idiots go.

but God takes care of both children and fools, and i thought id be left out but then he gave me you…