My dearest beloved Afrikan King,

the reason I arise in the morn' and want to sing,

a psalm to motivate you for your daily endeavors,

No one could ever take your place, you & I reign forever,

I know this wicked world is set up for your demise to maim and kill

which is an incentive for me to "straighten up" an submit to your will,

For I know my place is to stand firm, next to, and not behind you,

to whisper in your ear and be your helpmeet, and adhere to you like glue,

Afrikan man my first true love, the masculine of my reflection,

You've been down since the beginning of time, let's never lose our connection,

The spitting image of GOD ALMIGHTY, you're thorough and reign ~SUPREME~,

When the going gets rough, amidst stormy weather: Psst...I'm on ya team