Just because a curse was written over my name doesn't mean I'm cursed; it means I had to work twice as hard to break that spell. A spell writer will receive back the same energy it sent out but, on a level, so high it will say what it cursed harmed it back but in the truth is, when you do things to harm others out of rage and spite it comes back every time, I wrote a song for you. 

Black Excellence

You didn’t know I was the creator too , beautiful anit it, never had the time to fight with you, so when the test came back it was negative. because creation has always been on my mind. I’m removing the curses that wasted my time, you didn’t know I was the creator of magic too? Creation has always been on my mind, I’m removing the spell, sent from hell, to tear me down. Wisdom came in my youth,
Never been the type to send the wrong message, so excuse me if a wicked line of energy came through, the message I sent was to make you giggle on the inside, let me show you the outside  magic that will let you see the stars, but that depends on who asking, only a small few going to catch that comet,  anit it funny how you sent a mind block, overridden that block a long time ago. Look at you sending a maze, just to get in my way, you didn’t know I was the sniper, shooting you down never happened
it’s funny how when the fool finally understand it’s the fool how it curse itself to throw the blame, never had the time to fight with you, so when the test came back is was negative, because war was the curse you sent, but now let me be the doctor and explain why I’m the cure. Bad Magic attacked me but didn’t understand my history of black excellence , not even at it’s peak. I’m removing that spell sent from hell to tear me down, black magic came my way but didn’t know I was the creator of magic too, snap crackle and pop are their names, the three musketeers, now do you want lend a ear and hear how the negative vibe didn’t stick, black magic didn’t know I was mother of all boo boos, I snatched that curse up by the neck and said do something you silly fool, running in fear because it finally understood the end was near, who told you I was here, never had the time to fight with you because creation has always been on my mind, so when the last bell rung and you saw I was the Captain headed back home to the land of the Gods, how dare you asked me could you come, did you forget your history? You spent your luck, cursing my name, now anit that a shame, trying to get some fame, now trying to find someone to blame, now you trying to dress all plain, go tell my sister I’m sorry I didn’t make it to her graduation, I know that was special day for you, im so proud of you, you earned everything coming your way know, I’ll pop that bottle and be the hype at the party, find your seat, black excellence not even at it’s peak.
When the results came back the test was negative, wrapped in all that black magic, they said how did it survive, it didn’t know there was a God watching that baby, abandoned you? A mother will say goodbye when vultures are near, bad magic didn’t stand a chance, did it think it was in charge? Listen to mother and listen well, never lose your Yakettia soul to fight what desires and dream to sit in your seat, is Rosa Parks in the building, make some noise I can’t hear you. I need for you to teach them what it means to risk it all to keep your seat, that heavenly seat, Claudetta Colvin, we heard you was the first, anit no shame in that game. never had the time to fight with you because creation has always been on my mind, so when the last bell rung and you saw I was the Captain headed back home to the land of the Gods, how dare you asked me could you come, did you forget your history? Black Excellence not even at it’s peak, I’m removing the spell, sent from hell, to tear me down.

Real love doesn't destroy, I decided to always understand you will truly never understand me, real power doesn't have to be controlling, a mother will allow her children to run off and find their true identities, so we are scattered in many different directions and we come in different colors and speak different tongues but yet we seek no vengeance because we are the closest to the spirit.

                                           The Coconut Butter Strength Story