Old Soul

I was born in the late 90s
Though I live it up
Like it's the 70s or 80s
What's an old man going to do
On a young man's land
Except teach him what he's felt
Any way he can
I've seen peeps
Turn into the very thing that they hated
I'm sure it wasn't intended
But to get accepted
Easy to get corrupted
In these days where money sways
Even the strongest don't find ways
To be themselves
They end up like everybody else

I got a young heart
With an old man's soul
That can be bought or sold
I won't fold
I got a young heart
With an old man's soul
That can only be told if I do not fold

I was born in the late 90s
Brought in by the cold breeze
But if I live in the past
How can I make sure my music blasts
How can you relate to it
If it's not for you that I make it
Is an artist made to be selfish in his choices
Or does he fall under the wishes
Of what's expected of him
Like king Solomon
Pleasing most of them
And fearing the fall
I know that I can only be true to myself
In the depths where I can draw my real strength
It allows me to blend
And still put in the message I want to send

I got a young heart
With an old man's soul
That can be bought or sold
I won't fold
I got a young heart
With an old man's soul
That can only be told if I do not fold

In the depths of solitude