- Publicité -
I met a reporter, Joy was her name,
And joy was her game.
I met a reporter, real was her deal,
And sick was her dream.
I met a reporter, fueled by some dope essence,
And nude were her thoughts.
I met a reporter, she was the news,
Mingling smooth and old school,
She could make me feel like the real deal,
Son of Jah, Queen of her realm, Joy