Intro – Spoken over soul sample loop]
This one’s for the Black woman…
The mother of nations.
The queen unbent by time.
You ain’t just magic —
You are the divine.
[Verse 1 – Lyrical Precision]
She got melanin made from the midnight sky,
Brown sugar soul with a fire in her eyes.
She’s the prayer of the past, the hope of the now,
Walkin’ like a psalm with a crown on her brow.
She hold the weight like the world on her spine,
Still pourin’ love like aged red wine.
She the lullaby, the battle cry, the calm in the flame,
Built kingdoms outta chaos and never asked for fame.
They mimic her lips, her curves, her tone,
But couldn’t carry her pain if they carved it in stone.
She gave birth to rhythm, to jazz, to the blues,
Still gettin’ judged for the way that she moves.
She mercy wrapped in a hurricane’s breath,
Grace under pressure, loyal ‘til death.
She forgave the world while it bled her dry,
Raised kings while she wiped her own tears at night.
[Hook – Soulful Female Vocal Sample / Sung]
Crowned in gold, she walks through fire…
Still standing tall, still climbing higher…
She loves, she fights, she breaks, she grows,
Black woman, queen — and the whole world knows.
[Verse 2 – Faster Flow, Still Poetic]
She a history book they never taught in class,
A poem in motion, a question they never ask.
From cotton fields to boardrooms and labs,
She changed the world with nothin’ but scraps.
A freedom fighter in heels and flats,
A therapist, chef, and diplomat.
She marched through Selma, braided revolution,
Built nations outta ashes, no substitution.
She got patience that baffles science,
Love so loud, it’s defiant silence.
From Big Mama’s porch to Michelle’s speeches,
She teach more truth than a thousand preachers.
She fed kids while her back was sore,
Took on shifts and still gave more.
She the type to pray for folks that curse her name,
Turn her struggle into soil — plant seeds from pain.
[Hook – Repeated with Choir Layered In]
Crowned in gold, she walks through fire…
Still standing tall, still climbing higher…
She loves, she fights, she breaks, she grows,
Black woman, queen — and the whole world knows.
[Bridge – Spoken Word Flow, Emotional Slowdown]
She ain’t your mule,
She ain’t your fetish,
She’s the story they edit
‘cause they scared of her essence.
But she rises anyway —
Like morning prayers,
Like Harriet’s steps,
Like Angela’s stare.
She ain’t broken —
She’s reborn.
She ain’t bitter —
She’s sworn…
To never let her babies forget
The royalty in their breath.
[Final Verse – Triumph]
She a temple, a torch, a timeless hymn,
Carved from the stars, draped in skin.
Say her name with reverence, never with shame,
Because without her, the world ain’t the same.
She is beauty without permission,
Strength beyond condition.
The blueprint and the finish line,
She’s the reason… we still rise.
[Final Hook – Choir-Led, Full Emotion]
Crowned in gold, she walks through fire…
Still standing tall, still climbing higher…
She loves, she fights she breaks, she grows,
