Free like when u pass gas
and baby laugh at the sound of it
The very feel of it
The smell of it
Funky but clean
From baby-food green beans
Free like draw a picture in First grade
and everyone loves it
Don’t worry bout staying in the lines
Out of the lines
Don’t 
define 
FREEDOM
Free like being able to see like
Ste vie
And Ray Charles with a capital C
Not worried bout third-eye 
seeing folks playin and fakin me
Free 
like Juneteenth barbecue all over my hands
And me licking it off 
finger by finger
Sauce on the ringer 
cuz
More family is callin to let us know they’re on the way
We gonna get buck-wild-free-chile today….
Free like pay day freedom
No bills
No notes due
No broke I “wannaberich” blues
No
get me through till next time I owe u
Screwin peter
And flirtin with paul
In hopes that nobody saul
On my way to da masta’s
Starving artist praying for change in 
the wic line
I wanna be free
I wanna be free
FREE like
Pre Millinium, Pre-terroist september 11th
CNNISM  walkin to the mail box without
Anthraxaphobia
Ebola
Small pox
Secrete messages through 
Cox
Cable 
Im not able 
at present
But I wanna be freee
Free like  Barefoot in Etta James Kitchen
FREE LIKE
Sistamothafriends tell non-kin 
u 
Can trust me 
FREE
Before wonder bra’s and maxi pads
vietnam and suicidal dads
Before folks ate pizza with forks
and half believing in the stork
or the chicken or the egg or which ever comes first
Free like open mouth to eat snow drops
And sharing lolipops
And chico sticks
Now laters and
Safe tricks
Or treats
NOW
Worried bout
Genetic Psychiatrist and
Mad cow’s 
sabotaging my meat
Passing on insanity
And I wanna be free
Free like innocent kisses on cheeks
And unlocked doors for weeks 
Without serial rapist
Wanting to tape this
And show it to pedafiles
With tasty smiles
FREEE 
FREEE
Like mumia wanna be
Free like run-away slave
No longer being saught
No longer being caught
No longer distraught
Lynch me not
Free like
Nudity
Bare
Birthday suit
Scars and freckles
Moles and dimples
Scratches and pimples
FREE
I wanna be 
I gots ta be
FREE
Free like jax 
On my sixies
And sorry and candyland
What happened to all the sweets
FREE
Like mama’s breakfast
With grits
And bacon bits
Grease on my lips
And it aint no trip
Cuz I’m
FREE