[Hook]
If I lose my voice, may these words be heard
I don't have a choice, when I'm off this earth
If I lose my voice, may these words be true
I don't have a choice, but trust me you do
Trust me you do
[Verse 1]
We going hoarse and I'm not talking 'bout running from prides
I started writing this the day after Whitney died
We loosing voices like the drunk chick that "woo" all night
So many legends lost and no one that matters in sight
None of you new cats could ever f** with Gladys Knight
I'd rather be a Pip than f** with the sh** that you write
And I admit I was born in the wrong era
But short a DeLorean it seems I'm stuck here to fight
See it's a hard time pursuing music this new sh** they doing
Got me afraid to come outside like baby Huey
sh** it used to be the talent got you on but now they craft a song in minutes
If you fit the image a hit till you hit your limits
Then you out with the basura you done went from spending
To trying to find a way to climb and claw your way back in and
Your fans ain't listening and in terms of winning
It's absurd you even try to cla**ify yourself in that division
[Hook]
If I lose my voice, may these words be heard
I don't have a choice, when I'm off this earth
If I lose my voice, may these words be true
I don't have a choice, but trust me you do
Trust me you do
[Verse 2]
My man asked why you always hating on sh**
I told him cuz I can't even relate to all this
A song used to be about a subject now they only saying dumb sh**
And the kids are trained to claim they love it
But I was never one of the pack
A loosie bringing the truth he's more concerned with his raps
Ya'll spit dookie in the booth like you more concerned with the a**
These cats claiming the future by trying to dumb down the past
If the image looks right they say he wild good
Is this the reason Michael lost his childhood?
So ya'll can act like flies to the pile of what you consuming
While using a style like it's firewood
I mean I understand needing some kindling
But these cats shining cuz of something they left dwindling
Cuz in the wind a wing's fly but only till the breeze dies
And each time you wonder why you see my face grimacing
[Hook]
If I lose my voice, may these words be heard
I don't have a choice, when I'm off this earth
If I lose my voice, may these words be true
I don't have a choice, but trust me you do
Trust me you do