The fuzz from your locs reminds me that man is God made
And if God is this planet
You are definitely made in his image
Your hair having the sense of a tree
Growing from the root being something great
Oh how Africa is coiled in your hair
Being your strength like Sampson
And What is a tree with out its branches
Your smile being the purest form of grace I've ever seen a man give
Like opening the front door of serenity
This is my only proof of that on this earth
Your lungs being so distended
We can survive underwater for day off our exhale and inhale
Your carbon dioxide defeating it's own definition of being waste
There is no flaw in your teeth
You have the universe in your tongue
For it speaks of things man could never run his mind across
Your mind explains why Gravity is something the moon barely remembers
Because matter such as space can not be held down
Infinity is your best friend
Your soul is the butterfly that hatches from that same cocoon
Your skin is the silk that it makes
Only being half as beautiful
Your skin being the color of caramel
Dipped in honey
Feathered with youth
My eyes are like scratched spinning vinyls
Whenever you are near
When you walk you give the ground chills
Like you are its God
and you are all I need