Song of The Soulistic Chyld

I was born from red dirt

I breathe and open my eyes

Humble to the core

Silence as I open my own doors

I achieve but you didn't see

You left 19 years now

You pushed me to be the best

I'm your splitting image

You're notes and keys

I'm paper and pencil

Always a middle child

Trapped with expectations

Pressured to be an apex man

All I desire is freedom

Expression, speech, essence

I bare my fangs at socialism

Let me be

That's my creed

By: the Soulistic Chyld