WHO AM I

Who am I to hold this voice (turn my headphones up)

Is it mine to shape or Yours by choice (uh-huh)

Each phrase ascending, do You rejoice

(Who am I, who am I)

In this life, we all know the feeling

(Who am I, who am I)

The feeling that you're carrying something bigger than yourself

(Who am I, who am I)

And we don't get to choose the gifts we're given, no we don't

But we do choose what we give back

Let's go

Lemme take you back to third grade

I'm like nine, and rhymes are my new thing

It just feels so good when the words connect

Scribbling poems while the other kids are doodling

This isn't like no hobby that I've had before

Something's telling me that maybe this is something more

I don't know for sure, but I'm still young

So it doesn't really matter to me, I just do what I enjoy

But as time goes on

I find myself sitting here, wondering what's wrong

'Cause as much as I love writing poetry, there's a part of me

That wants to come out and express itself vocally

If only I could get the words to levitate

Off of the paper in a way that would truly resonate

I think I know how, but I'm scared to try

It's just one question making me hesitate, it's like

Who am I to hold this voice

Is it mine to shape or Yours by choice

Each phrase ascending, do You rejoice

(Who am I, who am I)

Who am I to spit these rhymes, I don't understand

(Who am I, who am I)

Who am I to grab the mic and make 'em lift their hands

(Who am I, who am I)

Who am I to be the guy that You take a chance on

Before I hit that stage and the stands

Thank You in advance

Proud to be a part of bigger plans

Yeah

Giving it my first go

Hands shaking, my voice low

Got family in the front row

To be fair, I sat 'em down on the couch, there's nobody else here

But I don't care, the feeling is so dope