About Her

Like a queen upon her throne,
she was the purest thing I've ever known.
This black queen was more valuable than a jewel,
with a metallic skin tone.
Sweet queen of the ghetto who wears that black crown,
makes the fellow bow down when she comes around.
Black queen you're so important. The way you walk,
the way you talk shows me you know this.
Such a precious gem,
who would have thought she'd end up this way.
So gold so bright like a crowd of stars in the warm fall night.
Like warm kisses on a collarbone
she was the purest thing I've ever known.
A goddess of love is what I prefer,
I just want to let the world know its all bout her.

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