If she could b Muse 2 the Pharoah Then one day she might b Queen If like Sheba, she then could bring presents/presence and wine The helix he might get between them In other words, intertwine With the ebony and milk of her thighs If she could be Muse and let him decide Perhaps she’ll let him decide
If she could b Muse 2 the Pharoah, There is nothing he wouldn’t give her c 4 the future of the nation rests in her belly And if the Proverbs of the 31 and verse 10 Becomes the verse she sings again and again She might b Queen
Take a load off sweetie darling/Let me run agenda thru ur hair There’s so much information 4 the next generation Who’s gonna drop it if u’re not there? And whether the enemy makes a run on the palace
Or whether the enemy does not,The children will be laced with the protection of the word of God The opposite of NATO is OTAN/And if the number 13 is such a bad luck number When there’s no such thing as luck/Then the berries, talons, arrows and stars Are all superstitions, what the ./Get busy big baby cuz when dem devil come Dem devil come dressed as light/Maybe they gon’ fool the untrained mind But nobody eye know gon’ bite/Like a thief in the night/My Lord come and strike Leave nothing but ashes to theleft, dust 2 the right Holocaust aside, many lived and died But when all truth is told/Would u rather b dead or b sold? Sold 2 the one who can now mate the displaced bloodline with the white jailbait.
Thinkin’ like the keys on Prince’s piano will be just fine
So there it is- 4 all 2 c/Now what’s beyond u and me Depends my friends primarily/On how u view ur role in Eternity
If she could b Muse 2 the Pharoah/One day she might b Queen
So is it not with me as with that Muse
Stirr’d by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse
Making a couplement of proud compare,
With sun and moon, with earth and sea’s rich gems,
With April’s first-born flowers, and all things rare
That heaven’s air in this huge rondure hems.
O’ let me, true in love, but truly write,
And then believe me, my love is as fair
As any mother’s child, though not so bright
As those gold candles fix’d in heaven’s air:
Let them say more than like of hearsay well;
I will not praise that purpose not to sell.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.