My Own Voice

[Intro]
Turn me up
Just a touch
Yeah
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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

rap, Hard-edged Midwest boom-bap with thick, swung drums and gritty bass under sharp male vocals; verses stack double-time pockets and laid-back flex, hook widens with gang shouts and octave doubles, sparse piano stabs and chopped vocal samples lift the chorus while keeping it raw and street-level, hip hop, hardcore hip hop