Heart-Beat

Heart-beat

V1

My heart speaks in the language of heart beats/ my heart speeds when glad

When sad my heart bleeds/ my heart needs my brain to listen/ to carefully

Translate the rhythms/ into the mind and paint a vision/ my heart can see

Further than the eye/ my heart carries burdens when I cry/ it’s hard to word

‘Em in a rhyme/ my heart has heard of a time when pain was all it knew/ it’s

Like a burglary my heart’s been broken into/ My heart carries the scars my

heart is cautious/ my heart has learnt from the trauma that ex’s caused it

my heart takes longer to love/ Longer to forgive/ but my heart beats stronger

than drums as long as I live/ Experience has taught my heart defense

mechanisms/ my brain is hard-Headed and hence it never listens/ my heart

can strike back much harder than That/ in fact, you can get killed in a heart

attack

V2

My heart speaks in the language of heart beats/ my heart feeds the rest of

Me via the arteries/ my heart could be hard to see/ when I got beef and

Love is hard to reach/ my heart hardens kinda like heart disease/ then it

Gets hard to breathe/ that’s why I follow my mind cause if my heart could

Lead/ things will get hard for me/ my heart is incapable of a rational

Decision/ just asking it to consider the facts is a mission/ my heart can

Start loving just like that all of a sudden/ without consulting my brain my

Heart is stubborn/ my hearts got a mind of its own/ I put my mind into

Rhymes and flows/ my heart doesn’t mind it though/ my heart goes where

Heart chooses/ I tried to put my heart into rock music/ but my heart refused it

my heart even said pop was useless/ it was a problem Houston/ till my heart

met Hip Hop music/

V3

The heart of ProVerb/ is the heart of a soldier/ if there was no more beat in

my heart it’ll be over/ haters are fronting deep in their hearts the know they’re

feeling me/ my mind is in the industry my heart is still in Kimberley/ put my

heart into rhyming/ withe heart of a lion/ you can connect a lie-detector to my

heart if I’m lying/ Beat is a horse or a camel/ my heart of course is a saddle/

I feel forced to heartless with no remorse in a battle/ I feel like my minds mute

and my heart talkative/ or my mind’s blind and my heart’s a walking stick/ and

right now it the other way around it’s unfortunate/ my heart can conceive an

idea before my mind has thought of it/ perhaps we should think with the heart

and love with the brain/ so we can take a headache tablet for heartache and

pain/ or better yet we should take the heart and bring it up/ to the brain and

combine the the two I’m thinking love.

Hook

(Shhh) Shut your mouth and let the heart speak

Put your mic against the chest and heart your heart beat.