Lord...you know what i need*. that help meet dat eve. not to deceive * but help me proceed In this succeding * pour back in my spirit sing to me make me feel it* she give it * she gifted when she walk i can feel it huh presence give me the chillies* Oh really* Lord you know what i need dat coke bottle on me * you.. know.. we married* my energy she feed* we dancing we winding slow griding with passion* Our minds in your minds you blessed us we married* You help us.. get passed it..the humps the trials* turnt frowns.. to smile.. turnt growls to crowns* Turned down to ups... i can't get enough .. in love with Your spirit i feel me in huh* i feel you in the midst how did it come to this* i think i can answer with faith you moved it* Lord you know what i need that Eve Cinderella but huh skin black as feathers. caramel smooth my spirit turn when she move* attracted to her groove she smiles when she lose* A woman who not loose * a woman black panther* By you.. you stamped huh she a certified dancer* you brought her through alot she dont look like a pass * A cocoa bottle shape huh figure look like glass* She move with grace she cover up huh body * she don't desire attention love to serve everybody* she wise like a serpent but gentle as a dove * she operate in your love she covered up by your blood* she protected by angels* she protected from danger* turn me on with huh anger she been alone like ranger* me and huh can relate* we both been through the hate * we both been through the struggle * we know its no escape* We know that we chosen* we ready to die anyday, anytime for the truth we done sign... the line Lord you know what i need that rose .. that glow** that soul ** that me yes she will take whatever she know i love you* she know that you sent huh to me huh faith color is blue* All she know remain true she love you love me* She call me a king only show me huh teeth* **Lord.. you know what i need* That angel huh feet look good enough to eat* huh face like the sun huh skin glow from it* a natural curly hair her eyes tell a story* She walk like she think she move with Your grace* slow to anger quick to listen with that slim slim waste.. she got curves.... Huh smile stir Your spirit.. in me it turns.. like You and John in your mothers wound* Like Mary and Elizabeth pregnant with you and John.. I want the special queen that sent by the one