When I was just a cocoa bean
I was placed in a mold and
Filled with gold and brown sugar
And infinite soul
And melanin of majesty
And a drip of honey and
Some mango fruit
A few dashes of hot sauce
And a little bit of juju
And every day that I’m here
The ancestors plot
Oh yes!
They gone get some of this
Black Girl Magic today
Whether they want it or not