Joy

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.