walks with the symbol of thy Kings of Kings,
and wisdom that sings,
the realms of her ebony soft ritual of love.
warriors song of the ebony princess,
teach the girl as a nation.
the boy as an individual.
control thy temple, thy king is thy warrior.
step back when my kings speak, the life line of Gods commands.
man shall choose the women, not the women who choose the man.
your rightful place, What God has command, no man shall erase.
sing no victim story, about the validation of man.
know where my voice shall stand.
the Queen of thy Prophet of Kings.
hair is wooly, thy back is strong, I carry the legacy, in my bosom,
hold the key to mans history, my back is strong.
the caretaker of my family tree. I the faceless women of thy history,
shall not be tame, I cry no victim story of thy image that represents a Queen, Warrior of Locks, that hangs above my but,
thy body is covered from head to toe, I wear the blood, of my brother who died on the cross.
the symbol of a untainted queen.
I water thy family tree, I fear not death, life is death, I prepare my place in the
eyes of thou God.
shall be no molding of the image I wear, I women the legacy of thy King.
no victim song for thee.