US5217 to MYR: B***, You don't know my hands - Part 3

I clearly had very strong feelings about this topic. My views on dance extend way past defense of dancehall. They start with the 16 year old Chante pom squad version of myself who embraced my very own juke queen with every release of a DJ Chip mixtape. 10 years later that girl was in a coma and my hands were lost. I have woken up to myself and I am in love.

Part 3- How I feel after a girls weekend at #BlackBikeWeek. 

Part 3

Listen Now

These hands

Cradle babies

Pen the script

Of generations lost

And seal boardroom deals

But Tonight

My lover and I

Meet eye to eye

I and I

Our hands meet

And shake the very foundation you walk on 

B****, You don't know my hands Part 1-4

• Part 1
• Part 2
• Part 3
• Part 4