She don't need a ring to be my wife./A
truly independent woman not a destiny's child,/ not
depending on money or fashion to have style./ She got nuff
style - rough style - diamond in the ruff./Not a dimepiece
in the back, she a diamond in the front/

..Ain't nothing superficial like marriage and shit./ A truly holy matrimony she my homie,/ I forget about this evil world when she hold me...she
love love like I do./ She need sex like I do./ She love freedom
like I do./ She need music like I do.

She overcome cus she positive./She live in love and she
love to live./She love to give and love to take./She
don't compete cus she above the fake./She don't
deal with no silly silicone./Even when I'm not with
her I don't really feel alone,/cus there's a
metaphysical bond between us./

I need a bandit queen, but
man it seems/that the whole world is living in some candy
dream,/They want a plastic screen - not flesh and
blood./They want some bad machine - not blessed love./They're stressed enough for ulcers and bloodclouts,/grey hairs and great fears of what nots./I feel alone in
this cold world,/but out of 5 billion people there should
be a soulgirl./My soulmate not afraid to hold weight./