2- Heavenly
On the golden brick road,
I foresee
Curly brown hair falling like Christ in Brazil,
"You're heavenly", I whisper to myself.
Her melanin identical to caramel,
On her baby bottom like soft...
I foresee
Curly brown hair falling like Christ in Brazil,
"You're heavenly", I whisper to myself.
Her melanin identical to caramel,
On her baby bottom like soft...