Hey boy
I like ideas, I like to be inspired
How it feels when all the energy is not drop-tired?
I can smile wide and breathe the light of others
But I got my own game, baby
I do not take what I cannot cover

Hey boy
Why you look at me like that?
Wanna place your judgements, but you can't
What you don't know, what you never will
The press of my soul
The depths of my skill

And you say
You say you really dig my style
You really like those things that I do
But if you did, I would think that maybe
You would understand the way I move my body
When I'm dancing, it's not directed at you

Hey boy
Why you look at me like that?
Wanna place your judgements, but you can't
What you don't know, what you never will
The press of my soul
The depths of my skill

Does my faith make me