Made entrance when midnight love and purple rain were hot.
Spittin haiku up with baby food with a mic I’d give all I got
No geographical identity, Hatian blood won’t let me stop.
Name sake of dual ancestries dug through family tree secrets to make it three.
Around the World in a Nanosecond touring theatric anthologies at college universities
Speaking over jazz airwaves musical diversities, fells like I’ve done it for centuries
Stepped to the mic when my soul got heavy, greetings, the name is Xtremihties
Spreads in magazines, crave creativity like a dope fiend
Granddaughter, seed, auntie, soror, friend, and a black man’s queen
Got many hats to wear, don’t adjust your screen
Til I give the world a report of the things I’ve seen
I’ll do what I can til we all free.