Who’s gonna believe my posts way down the line,
If I tell them how insanely rare you are?
If I drop all the receipts showing your shine,
They’ll say, “Nah, that’s fake. You raised the bar too far.”
If I could stream your eyes and capture that glow,
And count every vibe that makes you so unreal,
People would say, “Bro, that’s too much cap, though,”
Like no human could have a heart that feels this real.
They’d think my words were just hyping you up,
That I edited the truth to make you look prime;
They’d say, “No way someone this amazing showed up—
This has gotta be some made-up timeline.”
But if your kid is still here when the future scrolls by,
You’ll live twice—through them, and through my words that never die.
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