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Jun 2016
I've caused wars, and rumors thereof.
I've caused men to yield thinking it was love.
I've given birth to nations, and caused them to rise.
I've crossed my legs and caused there demise.
I've made priest go to war...they called it "holy", giving in to the *****.
My lips they would bow to kiss...tasting my nectar and drinking my ****.
Golden showers...were started with this.
I've caused ships to go to sea, Helen knew the power of me.
Cleopatra made Caesar sing even made him want to be a real man and King.
I was the diamond in between your thighs, I was his sun set and i made his sun rise.
I'm a life giver.
I'm fertile and true.
I'm the real comeback and it' time all girls knew.
We are the garden...the givers of life.
Sisters, friends, keeper of wisdom and advice.
Our lips speak and its good that they are tight, for when it rains...everything is right.
In the garden.
Written by
Skyy Blu
307
   Ja and Jamadhi Verse
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