:nono: My King is playing games,
like he really is the Lord...
moving pawns and pieces,
on his poetry chess board.
Trying to say that he's the King,
and he must wear the crown,
listening to his huff and puff
that he is calling sounds.
I think it's time I let him know,
or better yet come clean...
for kings don't mean a hit or hoot,
if they don't have a Queen.
He wouldn't even wear his crown
as much as I wear mine.
In fact it's me who takes his crown
and keeps the sucker shined.
It's me the Queen who cooks his food
and sends him off to work...
then counts up all his money
just to see what he deserves.
Now he claims he's coming back
to get his kingdom straight,
but the only kingdom he'll reclaim
is on his dinner plate.
I said I'd take it easy,
as I got up off my bed...
but my hammer's poised and ready,
just to bust him in his head.
Telling me that he's the King
as if I'm gonna shake...
we'll see who wears the crown
when I say dinner isn't baked !
I'm having fun with full delight,
not trying to be mean,
but Kings don't mean a hit or hoot
if they don't have a Queen !

Quote !!
for behind every good man is a great woman
well felt flow ..........................................

Keita . . . MAN . . .

I kinda figured you messed up
wit dem last two.
I stole some a Nita month-old govament cheese -
com'on and roll on through.

(Aight yall, don't clown me too bad hahaha)