Life. Has its troubles and worries. But I and I remain, meek.
Life. Has its trials and tribulations, but I and I remain, humble.
The King i'll be. No coin needed in,,, me temple. I praise Yah'weh, The Creator and He anointed me.
Blessed it be, to the free.
I looked into the Moons gaze and She stared back at me with the nat-tu-ral mystic, flowing through me, I Sea.
She guides me.
Through my darkest dreams, to my, brightest, "Schemes".
She loves me more than the birds and the bees, because I sing, more than Adam sung to Eve, in the midst of the trees.
I will destroy the serpent lurking among WE.
POWER given NOT taken, LOVE feeling, NOT ma-king.
She cries out "My King! rescue me"
*Smiling*
I come swiftly my Queen. Her golden tears comforts me, for they are pure.
Like the ocean breeze, I sneeze a blessing. HA'CHEW!, bless you.
A virus of love lingers in you, captured by my blood cells of passion residue, my seed travels free to your womb.
A Prince will be bore from you, His name will be Venus because He bears the light of a new.
Until my reign come, Aun'tra'vue. This world is so dramatic and so is the food.
In my garden of black roses will you see me groom my crop, with my own lifestock.
Herbs will be cooked and smoked for the betterment of our lives.
Peace n Love, Blessings to I and I(WE) .
