Silky silk chocolate milk Ruby red lips big and fine two brown shinning stars in your eyes Top to bottom and be-hind All shapes is the body of you. Sweet like nectar from the ripest fruit From the mother tree, I could see, who you really are. While our song and words celebrate you like a piece of meat I do protest for you are the best that mother Africa has to give And you can bet, that I will not let, those words of sorrow live I don’t understand the boy or man, who cannot see the truth That when we desecrate the star that made us great We are messing with future of the black man wake up before it’s to late But you my sister, with the knowledge and wisdom Of mother earth Hold you’re head High and tell them why, respect belongs here For as you walk your walk does talk, it speak in all the tongues- without any Words a queen has spoken in a body language in part she did say I am here in your atmosphere and this is where I shall stay. I know your secrets and I’ve felt your pain from the shame, from those who do not understand that the knowledge of your mind is so divine that all you want to do is shout You could give all your love, and share all that you are, if only you could find a real man! Don’t get me wrong, I am not singing that old song that you need a man. But wouldn’t it be nice to have a slice of love that is real. For it takes two to make the one and to have that bond that seal.