Written by C Hues
May 9, 2023
I’m a physician with the pen, how I heal I make it flow the way I know, to be real Still, like a symbol I can’t be killed I put the pride back in Black You better see your best self An open book, never put me on the shelf My style is versatile, all the while I seem mild But the paradox is wild like whoa I’m the fire and the gasoline My rhymes so nice but the flow is mean So many tried to do me dirty, but I stay serene Maintain peace of mind because I gaze on my grind Like I’m leveling up yet it’s never enough I want more, I been to hell and back like the God of War I told you I can’t be killed cause I fight for poor, Oppressed; those you call “other” will not be ignored.