I Never Sold Soul

Society stole something from me
My will to breathe
My want to see
My god, my identity
Please they said, fit in like me…
you too got it in you to suck a suckling
I said no, I don’t got it in me to be a wannabe
The struggle is real, yet your motives make
shift to sick appeal. This heart is real
It desires progress in the realms of
fruition not mindless shipwrecks
Yes they stole, though I never sold
My right to ignite the soul
of the Whole