This is a song about "Freeing your voice"

To the voice of the oblivion,

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

If you're not happy well then let me hear your voice

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

This amazing voice within your choice to check or fold.

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Got you hooked when i use the commanding captain voice/

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

Grow up and let out your voice,

I went to school with the white boys