We'Re Out Here

Give him an ounce of patience A teaspoon of your time Your minds been racing What you’ve been searching to find A good man with good teeth No kids and no she But brings the heat Between the sheets Dark toned, Caesar domed Church going every Sunday Unless he has work that day Black man The one many say doesn’t exist But still he stands holding up his fist No he doesn’t sling drugs No he doesn’t pump slugs His only reason for breathing Is for his queen to join him If you look, you can find him