Darker the berry
Sweeter the remedy
The hotter the pot
The more potent we are
The wetter the potion
The slippery the rise
The lower I slide
The deeper I insert myself
When I stir the pot
The ground begins to rumble
Every inch that my tongue touch
Brings you closer to me
When I speak in tongues
You cum to the ancestors
Real black magic isn’t in books
We are born gifted
African-Aboriginal Traditional Society 