They said your sound was too strange, too loud,

Said your colors were wrong, don’t stand out in the crowd.

But you kept on dancing, headphones tight,

While they judged in silence you lit up the night.

They don’t own your joy. They don’t own your fire.

You weren’t made for silence. You were born for higher.

Let ‘em like what they like,

No shame, no fight.

Let ‘em love how they feel,

That shit’s real, that shit’s real.

No throne, no right

To dim someone else’s light.

Let ‘em like what they like

And you vibe how you vibe.

I saw ‘em mocking in the chat, all ego and noise,

Trying to crush sound from someone else’s voice.

But truth don’t bow it rises and repeats.

And love don’t fold it drops bass in the streets.

You don’t need a crown to be royalty.

You don’t need approval to feel holy.

Your rhythm? Divine.

Your taste? Sacred.

Your joy? A revolution

Every time you make it.

Let ‘em like what they like

Yeah, feel it ignite.

From the loners to the loud,

Every voice is allowed.

Let ‘em like what they like,

No rules, no lies.

Let ‘em love what they love,

Don’t apologize.

"Play it loud…"

"Feel what you feel…"

"You don’t need their ‘yes’…"

"You are real."