Young in experience but not knowledge,
We know right from wrong but it looks better,
But your heart feels right and my light cannot be shackled or tamed.
A boy forced to be a man each day the stress puts you to the test,
Everyone around you offers an unwarranted opinion on your opportunity out because they never left.
I never liked it constantly teasing me,
It’s to proper one I had to live up to one befitting of the next king not Martin but my name.
Timeout they said,
I couldn’t win or be the best,
But long behold the ones who doubted chose wrong,
Belonging to the system for choices like distribution and petty theft.