Voice Poem (for Preaching Body Class) Video (MV)

So you're asking me, right now, to offer up my voice
Offer up substance, offer up some noise
It's not too complicated, not too hard to understand
So let me explain to you, yeah, the best way I can
Sometimes I'm a bro, and sometimes I am not
And sometimes it's a whole lotta laughter from the top
Of the decibel chart, yeah, I just can't stop
And when it comes to sounding fun, yeah, cream of the crop
But I can, turn it down, turn it around, no sound
I can bring somber nouns, I can keep it on the ground, yeah
I did it all the time, still do in fact
I just have to check back all that yickety-yak
Do I wish I sounded more contemplative? Sure
My fear? That people see me as the past: immature
That anxiety, inside of me, won't let me be, it's crazy
How the little things, they always sting, always pulling heartstrings
So that's the rhyme, that's my time, yeah I'm done
I understood the assignment, and the race has been run, yeah
You asked, unfiltered, offer up my voice
Hopefully this substance wasn't just all noise
Uh huh...mmm hmm...let's goooo