The Voice

I'm a, smooth talking Native

Slurred speech speaker till your dude got creative

Had to speak up in the booth and embrace it

No internet rapper on the stage still amazing

From introverted school kid to fame getting payments

Talkative students heard say it don't spray it

Why you so quiet was the question I was asked

Thirty odd schools K through twelve I can name it

Pops was in prison for the drugs mom was slaving

Foster care child somewhere in a strange basement

Rooted in boarding schools and colonization

Brought us pain, anguish took our culture and language