SLAY QUEENS

Some girls will be forming slay queens for Africa
Most looking like a stock fish replica
No flesh there, just beauty on plain bone
It doesn’t make sense like getting blood from a stone

Fat or slim, you can be flyer than a rocket
Without curves, you’re like a jean trouser w’out pocket
Forty years ago, sanity resided here in our hood
Now it’s Agbani syndrome, no thanks to Hollywood

Seventies, Orobor was the real eish
Men and flesh just like water and fish
Big boobs, thick thighs and ass like a mountain
And lekpa girls will cry you a fountain

Where is she today? I mean my beautiful Orobor
They were the national cake our fathers went for
But nowadays almost every girl is guilty
Of adulterated, fake or artificial beauty

But who has seen my orobor, my elegant elephant
We took pride in celebrating and branding an ant
But who sees our millipede chase, won’t know we own snakes
We left our oceans and set sail on little lakes

They even sell fake yansh everywhere in town
Slay queen indeed, Brazilian hair is her crown
Hours on the mirror coming out with a mask
Looking natural, O! What a herculean task

When it comes to slay queens, I can write a book
When I see them around, me too I take a look
Don’t blame me; I’m just an unsuspecting prey
‘Father, save us from Jezebels’ in my mind I pray

falz the bahd guy

nice piece