Black Maggy

Ain't quite got the knack of this walking in heels,
but bloody well know just how awkward it feels.
I'm a wobbalen here, just about trippen in there,
bouncen that colour right out of my hair. 
Now speaken of which, while shampooen my frizz,
flattenen it downs gets me in a real tizz.
No need for fake fillers to plump up my lips,
that slowly deflate till they get their next fix.
Don't need no skin lotions to fake colour me,
mine came out natural, the blackest you'll see.
Won't deep clean my teeth with that brightening glow,
cause mine show a set that's much whiter than snow.
Got me a tattoo, in the middle of my back,
a symbol, some shrine of that tiger attack.
I'll be struten my stuff with the in style I wear,
looken real cool, watchen everyone stare.
A genuine handbag, swingen right offa me,
I'll be monkeying around like a child but times three.
Now I ain't be some nigger that's taken your turf,
splashen around in the wide Ocean surf,
I came from the never, ran away from my land,
now all that I'm asking is that you lend me a hand.