Our kings have such a debonair walk... don't even want to hear yall talk. Strolling with melanin in each step, as they glide and stride, just filled with pep. Stepping strong with power and grace, can't mistake his walk, with no other race. Left foot first as he makes his trip... right goes next, with a little bit of dip. A swivel in his hip, tops off his flair, a walk like no other ...no others out there. A true soul brother, always number "1," made for a black Queen, as we stroll under the sun. Cause we always step back, and watch that stroll, as our bodies are raging ...out of control. It's been a short time since your fall... but in our hearts, you're still walking tall. Don't need no bling, his swings the thing... hearts singing for our King... Warriors and soldiers in disguise, step one two, cause we know they're fine, divine, always on time, one of a kind... [email protected] your walk just blows our minds.