She came from Kurdistan,
now surrounded by an urban land.
But still her will is strong,
rockin with the firmest hand.
She had a strict up-bringing and it’s pissed but,
singing moral loyally, she honoured me, the whisper.

Merely a peasant to her parents who were muslims,
I was up a drain pipe at late night to look in.
But it was worth it, I worked for that one day.
I didn’t go church fam, I saw her on a Sunday.

But
I was 21, she was only 17.
If I was her mum I wouldn’t want me on the scene,
but we didn’t make love, so we would hug and dream
of a once upon a time we may one day speak.

(And smile on it)
Yup, It would be a while from it,
how we proved our love and grew a child from it.
I would never imply that was my plan, but,
if it was right, then I might just be your man.


My Lady Potent,
I waited for the moment,
to play this so listen to the lyrics - my emotions.
This is my spirit; it’s your property,
Evoke it.
I was hoping you would honour me and take it.
It’s my token…


Then one day, we lay on my bed,
got carried away and she opened up her legs.
We both got tested in the passion of the moment,
But the magic would have broken if we went ahead.

So we waited.
(Knowing it was sacred)
Growing in emotions, but I remained patient.
Blatant lust, but resisting from an aching touch.
It wasn’t fun, but I would never make a tainted love.

And love is what it was, after a month it was evident.
Another fortnight, I thought I would tell her it.
It wasn’t for my gain, I didn’t tell her for the benefits.
She felt the same.
It was amazing.
It was genuine.

We made plans, sitting in the wishes of my safe hands,
Spittin while she’s singing to the rhythm on the same track.
Headed for the sunrise,
To christen vows I laid a dub,
Potent wrote this and as you listen now they’re making love.


My Lady Potent,
I waited for the moment,
to play this so listen to the lyrics - my emotions.
This is my spirit; it’s your property,
Evoke it.
I was hoping you would honour me and take it.
It’s my token…