If my name is gunna be in your mouth, speak of me as I am.

Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely, but too well.    -Othello For the days I  wanted to flee from within the depths of me tell them before I’m six feet beneath and bones crushed, brain mush and worms wriggling