She built big and pretty
Got those wild ***** locs
Driving coils in her spring
She make what she got good
and plenty of it because
she know she comes from an old
divinity and in her roots
Come raging like a God with ashy skin
But she clean and got nature
on her side
and the cocoa butter smells real nice
She is the salt
the earth, the storms and as sacred as
the wind
Remember this always...always