My Own Voice

Turn me up

Just a touch

Yeah

Came from a place where the snow hit late

Still we stayed outside, made our own home plate

Turn a small-town block to a big-time state

Every word that I drop gotta hold that weight

Talk slick, but they never put their soul in the line

I was scribblin' in class just to sharpen my mind

Turn pain into poems, then poems into grind

Now the sound of my name got 'em fallin' in line

I don’t chase any trend, I just trace my scars

Little kid with a dream tryna race those cars

Now I park in the front, still I brace my heart

‘Cause they clap for the wins, but they hate your start

This my own voice, you can’t dub that in

From the back row seats to the front row grim

I was quiet in the crowd, now they quote my sins

This my own, my own, my own voice (yeah)

This my own voice, never pressed, never bent

Every line from the lungs, every breath well spent

If they ask who I sound like, tell ‘em I don’t fit

This my own, my own, my own script

Heart from the middle, talk sharp like a riddle

Turn dirt into gold with a spark in the drizzle

I was broke, had hope, ate crumbs, played second

Now I cook up the course, make the whole place listen

They were laughin' at the dream, now they tappin' they screen

Tryna scroll for a trace of the path I seen

You can’t copy that storm, you can’t fake this heat

I took loss after loss just to stay on my feet

I ain’t here for the filters or the bright stage shots

I’m the voice in your ear when the light switch drops

When the rent past due and your plans look thin

I’m the “go one more” in your chest, deep in

This my own voice, you can’t dub that in

From the back row seats to the front row grim

I was quiet in the crowd, now they quote my sins

This my own, my own, my own voice (yeah)

This my own voice, never pressed, never bent

Every line from the lungs, every breath well spent

If they ask who I sound like, tell ‘em I don’t fit

This my own, my own, my own script