Roots & Soil

I feel a pressure even though the weight is off my shoulder

I feel a pressure the more I get older

I feel the pressure and my heart gets colder

Everyday I feel heavy every day is a drag

I can’t give up now cause I have a get to a bag

Every day is a race but i’m not in first place

I keep on running but I feel like i’m being chased

Like the people I left behind me are coming to get me

I don’t want to go back there so I keep on running on fear

I don’t want to look behind me cause it’s a reminder of where I was

I just want to get where i’m going is it wrong to feel Guilty because I feel like i’m growing

Do I leave The soil that planted my roots or become my roots it’s hard to choose

It’s like a pill that I have to chew it taste horrible, but I know its good for me

But I can’t be a product of my environment in this ghetto symphony

My roots and my soil , thank you for the pain I couldn’t have grown if it wasn’t for you giving me the rain .

We’re almost at the end of the race. I hope to see you again in 1st place.