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Let me take us to school…
You are my queen not my fool…
Doo wop Doo wop Ooooo….

My queen that sounds sooo coool…
It’s real you know…you being (queen)
That’s no dream…

God dedicated you the cream of the crop…
Chocolate swirl icing on top…
And inside…

Let me take us to school…
You are my queen not my fool…
Doo wop Doo wop Ooooo…

Ghetto a Jewish section of town…
(America Modified) the term…
Now Ghet’toe
Doo wop Doo wop Ooooo…

Hence you’ve become my ghet’toe queen
Not my ghet’toe whore…that…
I ignore….
As I clearly hear you roar…
A Phyllis Wheatly score…

Intercede on my behalf to the (master)
I never shared my feelings of gratitude…
I let(Willie Lynch) stand between us…
As we do today…

Well I just want to say…
My sweet…
I am standing on my feet…
And I know your treat…
Was just that a… treat…
To save my meat…
For you could never give him(master)
What you had hidden away for me…
Doo wop Doo wop Ooooo…

What you lay on me…
Drives me to this very day…
And I apologize…

When ever abusing your thighs…
My theartics ended when I realized…

You are born to be queen…
My gift…
Now take me to school my God given queen…

Doo wop Doo wop Ooooo…
Doo wop Doo wop Ooooo

Whisperkwane@gmail.com

poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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