He’s vibin high
No longer can he deny
Came to court to testify
That Justice is the Queen of his eye.
Like the apple for the teacher
A sacred sermon
From a Preacher
She was sitting so high
I guess he could barely reach her
So he rose higher than this dimension
The words I spoke so long ago
He finally listens
He fully trusts his intuition
Because all of my loving he was missing
Lyrics are good, the first lines of a story better.
Write Fearlessly.