Written by C Hues
October 20, 2022
When I’m in the booth, I flow free and the music makes me so free. Wolof blood runs deep in my veins to rebel, not stop and go free. I spit for the fam, all of us— to set each sistah and bro free. My rhymes create peace, they help ease shared pain and make friend and foe free. I know no caste; fight lies of class— bridge the gap, make rich and po’ free.