We blacks got the body of a goddess
So soft as a fur, an all-round bliss
Even at eighty we will still be hot
Our hearts are the type, never to be hurt
Intimacy with us is a detoxicant
Our love have all eternal relevance
Longevity nature brings as we sprout
With a type of flame never burns out.
Beyond the walls of Earth we are the best
Even in the grave, we will still look hot
Our dark flesh are the type, never to be burnt
Hence God charged His Angels over our head
But the way we rock, turn, twist and fend
Makes even the Guardian Angels to feel lust
Indeed; we black colored skinned are the best.