Everybody claims they're with you but I know it's all lies. You're so foreign and everybody professes they want you but they only want pieces of you never aiming to piece you together. Just bcuz they catch one of your feathers they think they're fly, lies. I want you in totality and unfiltered. That's where you intimidate most, you break down the boastful, humble the proud. So beautiful to have, you elevate my sex appeal. Not to mention you go both ways, so you encourage me to share you. Bearing fruit so sweet, you have a thing for the meek but your light really shines during orgies or rather our more frequent menage a trois. Some may despise, yet they wouldn't dare call you slutty. Hell it ain't real if I can't share you with my buddies anyways, though I lost a few wanting no parts of you so they're in hell anyway. I'm just overjoyed you finally decided to mingle with us commoners bcuz it was commonly perceived you only ran with the rich which made us feel like shit, but now they look at you like "look at this bitch". They sell you for money like money is power, they prostitute you and forgot you were ours, they killed our forefathers when you ran with them first, now you're returning home their guns again burst. You're power you're precious and showed me myself, my value your value you're vital to health, you're sexy you're soulful tho exceeding in mileage I'm in love with this girl and her name is Black Knowledge.