Inner Voice

Ugh
Wordsmith
Yo

I can tell you a champ by your mannerisms
Don't you get a big head you'll blow yo mind like aneurysms
Stay true to yourself and your isms
Religiously in tune
Religious wit this groove
Whatever could he do
Always playin' by the rules
These the fundamentals
A penny for your thoughts
Ain't gone fund ya mental
And what you eat is what you dump
If you ingesting excrement
It will be a detriment
To yo health
To yo health
If yo health equals wealth
Then eat yo greens
That's some knowledge from yourself
Look
This a message for the
This a message for the ladies and the homeboys
You ain't a big dog till you grown boy
You ain't a Goddess till you find your own joy
Separate it from yo pride leave your ego on the side
Paint job ice cream on the outside
When I feel the pressure you'll hear my insides
Scream on the outside

Yeah that's my inner voice
Ugh
And it's trying to make some noise
Ugh
Yeah that's my inner voice
Aye
Yeah that's my inner voice
Aye
Yeah that's my inner voice
Aye
Yeah that's my inner voice
Aaaaaayyyee

Always tryna uplift
I won't speak no death unto ya
But you'll pull tool on ya brethren would ya
I walk the straight and narrow don't you ever bow
In the path of my golden arrow
The tool just another utensil for bending rules
Only separated from the higher power by these life lessons
The metaphysical Malcolm in middle school
Little dude
Getting ridiculed
But all I do is play the same game with some better rules
Struggles stemming from hardships
A rose grew from the concrete
After falling in the rain that's when the petals grew
They say pain makes you do bad things so
Nobody hurting like the devil do
I never knew
Or maybe I just didn't care
Maybe I just didn't care
Maybe I just didn't care
Maybe I just didn't care
Maybe I just didn't care
Maybe I just didn't care
Maybe I just didn't care
Maybe I just didn't care
Maybe I just didn't care

Always tryna uplift
I won't speak no death unto ya
But you'll pull tool on ya brethren would ya
I walk the straight and narrow don't you ever bow
In the path of my golden arrow
The tool just another utensil for bending rules
Only separated from the higher power by these life lessons
The metaphysical Malcolm in middle school
Little dude
Getting ridiculed
But all I do is play the same game with some better rules
Struggles stemming from hardships
A rose grew from the concrete
After falling in the rain that's when the petals grew
They say pain makes you do bad things so
Nobody hurting like the devil do
I never knew
Or maybe I just didn't care
Maybe I just didn't care
Maybe I just didn't care
Maybe I just didn't care
Maybe I just didn't care
Maybe I just didn't care

In life
The good and the bad are always going to balance each other
It's the energy that you bring
That determines which direction the scales tip
Be good to yourself

Wordsmith