She sport good hair and court fair skin,
a commanding presence in her world of
pretend we heard Jackie Wilson was her uncle,
Floyd Patterson was another,
Reverend Ike was the man of her life
she took the red cloth as her lover
She was SANCTIFIED, then unsatisfied,
tried hard to be a CHRISTIAN
testified on backsliding said something
there she be at the top of her immediate
those who know her knows,
she is trapped with a Different Kind of Soul..
The family mind was butchered,
distorted some destroyed
she moved about in her pretend world
dictated the following of a family convoy
The song like speech lilt of her voice
made me wonder and mine eyes moist
I desperately searched for happy times
only to learn it was not mine to find
the shiftshaping creature a beauty to behold
lived her years with a Different Kind of Soul...
She wreaked havoc in the world of others
those who know her knows...
Yet, for the life of me I can't let go
of the one who diligently demands
HER SPOT, at the TOP of the immediate
From the one with a Different Kind of Soul
those who know her knows
Something is yet to unfold....
Written by Itouri2
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