Cold Queen

Song: Cold Queen

Album: Run With It

Artist: G8

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released October 26, 2006

ref: http://g8band.bandcamp.com/track/cold-queen

They say

She's a cold queen 

who's murdered bold kings and said cold things

Freezes hearts

to death then goes and counts her gold rings

In her castle filled with ice,

strife, and spotlights that doesn't melt a drop on hot nights

It can't be cracked, broken, chopped or sliced

And that she cracks grins as she clutches her wand tight

to cast spells upon herself

that turns her heart into solid rock ice

On a college campus eeking out enough space

for her to fall into three social categories:

Prude, slut, or bitch

She doesn't comply with this, so they call her a cold queen

'Cos she does her own thing, doesn't treat sex like a weekend routine

And has the confidence and common sense to not put up with being treated like an object by the male populus

With a beauty as obvious as her mouth is honest to tell you you're on an ego-trip and you need to get the hell off it- Good Goddess

She stands out like the oddest with strength of the strongest

Gets more pissed than my mom gets, refuses to be modest for the sake'a bein' real...

And she's all up in my system like a bong hit.

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Actually, that's complete bullshit.

I've never smoke anything in my life,

but after I met her and told all of my friends how cool she was-

and how someday I was gonna write a really really really great slam poem about her...

They coulda swore I was high.

My eyes soaked with courage pouring from her presence 

saturated 'til this day, which is why I still address this message

In honor of such a bold woman who can even defy the sun when it gets jealous

And tries to call upon a tempest in efforts to wash away her bright, captivating, cloudless complexion

But it can't happen- she gots the muscle of Mount Everest

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So she walks away unscathed

Throwin' on her black leather jacket over her broad shoulders that extend out like two cliffs

holdin' up her hair from swingin' like her two fists

whenever guys start grabbin' her and makin' sexual comments

And they still call'er a cold queen 

And I know I can't relate

but I'm tryin' real hard to understand

If I ever hear anybody- ever call you a cold queen again

I'm gonna have to protest it,

Sayin' "Watch your mouth little boy,

she's a bold queen well respected like a street empress-

so you should show some respect, 'cos even the street lights on University Avenue are bowin' at her entrance"

If ya don't like her, it's because you don't know who you are

And she stands out because she knows who she is

And if ya don't like her, it's because you don't know who you are

And she stands out because she knows who she is

Proving true when it was said

Woman is the name of God 

on all lips.