Listen

Listen to the voice of your heart
Listen to the voice of your heart

Dont tell me what to do with my life
Leave me alone, look
Man I dont know road trips or flights
And its mine alone to live it whether wrong or right
I might turn out to be the exceptional or stereotype
At a very young age had to learn to choose sides
Is it the devil or Gado I used my soprano
Now Ive grown into a baritone known role model
Leaving chills on your back like wind out of Chicago
Yeah, I want facts Im a 7-5 model year
No trouble heads wobble like rocking chairs
I spit so hard I get chopped lips from the heart
Aint no tactics on occasion bless mics like a Baptist
True player really did he?
Leave his lyrics on the web so you could practice
I let u analyse my mind until your head split
Lost inside the maze young players wanna exit

Listen to the voice of your heart
Dont let them tell you what you should or should not do
Listen to the voice of your heart
Dont let them tell you what you should or should not do

In my mind I had the biggest of fights battles with heart
I safeguard the passion that battery stays charged
The mind keeps spinning as fast as a race car
But my trademarks that gut from cradle to graveyard
Its that principle that pinnacle that typical R
What I feel I cant describe metaphysical part
When I was young I had a difficult start
Still cynical in no way political its all original art
See talent never been on debate
Always been the same person not the act they see sing on stage
Mentally never more ready than now
Now mention me I got the purest of intention matching that of a child
If the ground moves from under my feet I seek balancing
Seek true meaning I feel that Im managing
Born and raised champions ghettos the ambiance
Keep challenging life advice I keep channelling
From where I get adrenalin

Listen to the voice of your heart
Listen to the voice of your heart
Dont let them tell you what you should or should not do
Listen to the voice of your heart