Akua Naru – Heard lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Yo you know like I know what it means to be heard or seen undisturbed
Rock live hear the crowd sing the words
Paint your passion in the verse til it hurts
To beat the average [?] the search of rap blocks
[?]
Watch the birth of an album sold
Won a platinum in fact the cats on that Spike Lee we gotta have it
Anita sung with such rapture sweet as young laughter swinging they arms as my song charms they ghettoblaster
Come off bragging about your talent to the pastor, to the mail man, whoever half-laughing [?]
Get your songs on the radio, story board, play me close, [?]
Man they got your girl on daily rotation
It's crazy yo, started on a sticky note
Then to hear the crowd [?]
Somebody claim you [?]
And they felt the pain [?]
Heard

[Verse 2:]
Yo you know like I know what it means to be heard
If not my history shows the trail of silence
Confiscation of words, violence against stories born, never told
What happened to [?] like the dreams in that old used poem
I reminisce on how it all started out
Used to beg for a crowd
Thought I was [?] before I opened my mouth
Somebody said God bless the female child
Who got her own [?] style
We sing along to the song yo
Love hip-hop supersedes the love it don’t got
But us drop it like it's hot [?] the world watch
Guess our stories too deep for those
Who'd rather [?] than sliding down poles
For the camera exposed [?] show ’em who the boss
Tony Danza, get your hands up
[?]
Your turn to know what it's like to be heard


[Verse 3:]
Tell me, what does it mean to be heard
[?] notice me
[?] in between hopes and dreams
Frustrated my pen, a pistol waving
Nobody move if I blast off on your pages
Came a long way from singing at [?] on plantations
To that church girl honing her flow up in the basement
Vivid imagination run wild, heart racing
Dream of rocking the mic, like Shante and Daddy Kane
Then [?] closed eyes, young mind
[?] made me see the crowd smell of sweat
In a dance on the pavement
Feel that base kick, catch my ride
Start to fade quick, big sound just a radiator vibrating
From the line of the people who rise, survive slavery
Mass hangings, Reaganomics of the eighties
We're back saying, "fuck all y'all naysayers"
Me and these rhymes we gon' make it heard