Like waves of a tsunami they are strong, powerful, and disastrous
with the physical capacity to cause massive emotions of tragedy
where pain is misery, regret is a distant memory, and death is the only
release from the Queen's Penitentiary
Like the trees that help us breath, without them we would cease to conceive how they provide shade for Sun's rays
Queens of the Nile (Now) don't raise pedophiles;
they cultivate ripe fruit from fertile seeds that grow like magic been-stocks, built strong, and hard as rocks;
from the root they're taught the truth
so when the fake attempt to perpetrate
they're prepared and anticipate the next mistake to initiate a fatal checkmate;
Queens of the Nile (Now) ride with elegant style,
no buckets or hooptees, just drop tops and purses labeled Gucci;
they blaze their own trail, while cowards tuck-tail and bail;
might be petite, but definitely not frail;
might be healthy, its just more junk in the trunk to keep me comfy
