My Words Were Birthed In The Heavens, So Only God Can Feel’em
Hit You With The One Two, Have You Staggered, Stumbling And Reeling
My Pen Game Been Immaculate Since Conception
Even Jesus Told Mary Not To Hate On It
Every Word I Spit, Is 100 Legit
 Stay In The Black, It’s All Profit
Bending Words And Syllables In Poems, Like I’m Double Jointed
Or Anointed, To Bring You Something Heavenly & Poignant
As If Seraphim, Had Whispered My Words To God
And A New Nation Was Established Like Master Fard
No Pork, No Ofays, Just Clean Living & Black Pride
A Strong Black Woman, In The Home That I Reside
Two And A Half Kids, Black House With Picket Fence
Elegant Spouse, Comfortable House, Smells Of Frankincense
The African Dream, With My African Queen, As We Live In Harmony
Surviving Good And Evil, In This Strange Dichotomy
We Press Our Way, Each Every Day, And Do Our Very Best
Live By His Word, These Words I Heard, And God Will Surely Bless….