He walks in blackness
Glistening crown
Full smile, showing gladness
Dripping in Royalty
He walks in blackness
Making ancestor proud
Gliding like a brush across a canvas
Draped in purple and gold
With his head held high
He walks in blackness
White man trying to break him down using all his tactics
Always gets defeated
Cause ‘
He walks in blackness
On the prowl for a natural queen
Never intrigued by a perm or weave
Mesmerized by realness
Blinded by actresses
He’ll commit to any shade
Appreciates all sizes
A king needs his queen
To support him as
He walks in blackness
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