I’m making a Black Woman Cake because I’m hungry as hell

And the sweet tooth I have only a sister can dispel

So, let me reach into the cabinet and see what I have

To make a mix that’ll fill my stomach and end this craving I have

3 cups of intelligence so her mentality is sound

1 cup of brown sugar so she’ll be sweet with her feet firmly planted on the ground

A teaspoon of cinnamon is always good to accent the taste.

And a few cups of culture so she’s down for her race.

You see I won’t put anything in my mouth that’s not conscious of its own.

That’s why I stick with the chocolate and leave the angel food alone.

I’m adding 2 sticks of butter because she’s got to be smooth.

A couple of raisins for the dimples would also be cool.

Add a half dozen eggs so she can reproduce, can’t leave her hanging because I like kids too

For a dependable woman, I’ll add some yeast so she can rise to the occasion when it’s time for us to feast.

I’ll add 4 cups of strength and put in the oven to bake

And turn it to 360 degrees to balance her mental state

Garnish with a handful of nuts so she can hold her own

And the queen of all cakes will be ready for her throne

Now that’s it’s done, I’m sorry my brother, but I won’t share the wealth

That’s why I gave you the recipe because I’m keeping this woman all to myself.