This is a song about "Born to sing"

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

God dont let them get to me while i sing your praise

I stop for a second and listen to them sing.

Cut me off every time im talking

I'm activated by the moves your making

I was born to do the damn thing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

'cuz my dad always saw me try to make my scripts sing.

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

I'm 11,i love to dance and sing

At night she asks me to sing her one of my melodies,

Where i can free at hand, eat candy with easter bunnies

Cause all i want is you, baby

I'll sing to you on bended knee

Okay i'm ready now, to let my soul sing.

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something