Writer: Brice Andrews, Brice Kuttenkuler

Yeah everybody got a voice now huh?
Everybody got a take
But ain’t nobody makin’ somethin’
Let’s talk about it…

Everybody think they a critic
Keyboard warriors actin’ like they prophetic
Talk big words but the proof synthetic
Opinions cheap – yeah that shit pathetic.

You ain’t no Mark Cuban no shark tank
You a noise in the void yeah overdank
Talkin’ ’bout hustle but never bled for it
Judgin’ my art? Bitch I bled for it.

Don’t be afraid to sing ’cause you bad sing ’cause it feels good
Let that soul out scream loud in your neighborhood
If they don’t vibe that’s their problem
We rise evolve we solve it.

We here to get lit to celebrate create
Not hate debate or fake our fate
Influencers dead zombies chasin’ clicks
Preachin’ “authentic” but it’s all tricks.

Kids think fame’s one slice away
Reviewin’ pizza like that’s the way
Adults stay quiet we lost our roar
Traded passion for likes and a social score.

Where’s the shout where’s the no no no?
This world hit bottom – it’s gettin’ too low
I’m screamin’ for the ones who try
Not the ones who scroll and sigh.

Effort’s the real art growth’s the blood
Community the spark that cuts the mud
Don’t be afraid to sing ’cause you bad sing ’cause it feels good
Let that fire burn through misunderstood.

We the freaks the dreamers the makers of sound
You can judge all you want – we still run this town
So talk your talk but I’m busy buildin’
You got opinions
I got a vision.