One year ago I fell in love With a lover so fine So refined, so cool and Oh so smooth I couldn’t help but to give him the best of me
His game is so tight His rap is just right He knows how to arouse my mind To stir my spirit To gauge my sound as my heart begins to pound With the rhythm of his boundless sound
Oh his game is so tight His rap is just right He stands tall as the skies, and dark as the night But he’s surrounded by a glow so beautiful It's like a spirit show
So soulful, so new and yet so old As ancient as time He’s like a negro spiritual Leading me to a place where I can be free To face the truth way down deep inside of me
The truths I had to try to swallow With the over consumption of foods That were no good for me He led me to the freedom that my Father promised A freedom my forefathers fought for and desired The same truths some perceive as a pipe dream When I fell in love, became my reality
And oh, he treats me so nice His game’s so tight and his rap is just right His name ... it’s really no mystery When I tell you, I’m sure you’ll agree with me He is . . .
His name is Poetry
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