The Audible Doctor - Hoarse lyrics

[Hook] If I lose my voice, may these words be heard I don't have a choice, when I'm off this earth If I lose my voice, may these words be true I don't have a choice, but trust me you do Trust me you do [Verse 1] We going hoarse and I'm not talking 'bout running from prides I started writing this the day after Whitney died We loosing voices like the drunk chick that "woo" all night So many legends lost and no one that matters in sight None of you new cats could ever f** with Gladys Knight I'd rather be a Pip than f** with the sh** that you write And I admit I was born in the wrong era But short a DeLorean it seems I'm stuck here to fight See it's a hard time pursuing music this new sh** they doing Got me afraid to come outside like baby Huey sh** it used to be the talent got you on but now they craft a song in minutes If you fit the image a hit till you hit your limits Then you out with the basura you done went from spending To trying to find a way to climb and claw your way back in and Your fans ain't listening and in terms of winning It's absurd you even try to cla**ify yourself in that division [Hook] If I lose my voice, may these words be heard I don't have a choice, when I'm off this earth If I lose my voice, may these words be true I don't have a choice, but trust me you do Trust me you do [Verse 2] My man asked why you always hating on sh** I told him cuz I can't even relate to all this A song used to be about a subject now they only saying dumb sh** And the kids are trained to claim they love it But I was never one of the pack A loosie bringing the truth he's more concerned with his raps Ya'll spit dookie in the booth like you more concerned with the a** These cats claiming the future by trying to dumb down the past If the image looks right they say he wild good Is this the reason Michael lost his childhood? So ya'll can act like flies to the pile of what you consuming While using a style like it's firewood I mean I understand needing some kindling But these cats shining cuz of something they left dwindling Cuz in the wind a wing's fly but only till the breeze dies And each time you wonder why you see my face grimacing [Hook] If I lose my voice, may these words be heard I don't have a choice, when I'm off this earth If I lose my voice, may these words be true I don't have a choice, but trust me you do Trust me you do