(SAMPLE: Errol Dunkley) I’ve got to find my Black Cinderella She cannot be my Black Cinderella
Me tell you she nuh discreet pon the city streets So she see it, so she do it She say she sweet so ‘til you repeat Me have a speech fi you listen fi it Young girl wear your size ‘cause dem shoes deh nuh fit you feet Choose fi manipulate, use you fi get you weak And she nuh cheap, you have the dues fi facilitate Cinderella put the spell on you Princess with the glass slipper come fi trick oonu Me tell oonu say
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And when me say it turn to porridge from the pumpkin Country bumpkin inna the carriage where the skunk in And like a dream when it sunk in, what a something In reality she looking for a fun thing But in reality I’m looking to become king Though my duality it have me chasing, hunting For the physical pleasure then Although the real treasure them Only spiritually measure them
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She nice and she fit and she round and she firm Ripe Julie mango but heart full of worm Daughter confirm that her thoughts full of germs How she find me? Say goodbye lady! She want it, she get it then she leave it fi spoil Same meditation she teach to your child Careful, you wind up beside her, you frighten, you might pay So what I say