Verse 1. Only the finest for your highness. Natural like the pollen that the bees collect. Let's build this nest. The emperor empire. Environment meant to make men. Think a little bit more. Or less identified time. Is what we make of it. Make of it. Verse 2. Cheers for ever. Be my sweet sweet cinnamon. My Pocahontas. The holy Goddess. For women I hold the highest. For with out you. There would be no breath for me. Live in peace. I walk the streets connected. And shatter the Fad. Lavish you in everlasting laughs. And love that unites ignites the night nice. Verse 3. She knew she found a place. To be safe and rest. The view was expansive. Clear and optimistic. Tis the season. For unwrapping the moment. Low and behold. Her heart was held and protected. Finally she is respected. Not just an equal. A healing force for all of. Those who hide inside. No longer forced to live in fear. Her power is too strong. So gone are the days. Where god takes shape. Of a man. Oppression now we look. Forward and stand. Awakening in me through my dream states. This collective pool. We're swimming in