Back since you been in a black baby carriage
Since the K-I-S-S-I-N-G and marriage of the black King and Queen
You’re a spitting snapshot Iliad of the Egyptian hieroglyphs
Telling our melanin story with you image
Its crazy that you don’t see your own reflection in it
...Well the world has given you a broken mirror
and its hard to have drive if you can’t see clearer than the person who steering you in the wrong direction
But this here... is more than a theory
I’ll go back to the roots
Pyramid building I would climb to reach your pedestal
With the pedal to the floor
Still for better or worse i’ll ride for you like D&D driving school for black royalty
you have no reason to degrade your beauty
The person in your mirror may be more beautiful than she appears
The only reason I accept you insecurities is to have the pleasure of feeding you unlimited soul medicating words to curve your spirits
Lift and bend at the knees to give you the best support as a gentlemen
Black men need to be more supportive
Many men wish death on black women
Well I say long live the queen
commit sin, but my pride still rock hard for you
Lying here, waiting... I’m still a kings for you
Even when you don’t see the queen in you
Until you return, I’ll defend your crown
I’ll let these unworthy people know to never talk down to you
Never bite the hand that feeds you
Never attempt to kill what has given life to you
I am here fighting for you
Hoping that you will see your valuable price that can’t be paid for
Skin that can’t be toasted to look and feel just like yours
those natural curves... can’t be made in a factory
Actually anything made to imitate you falls very far natural
and nature looks, feels, and taste so much better than those imitations
You are queen, and I know i’m not mistaken.
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