My Shoes

-Soft boots-

I'm a toddler, dad's a doctor.

Making dough but I don't know that he took a paycut.

Opened his own office to run the show, so he can go

when his baby has a game

but it's insane cause the change ain't the same.

It's a shame, Mom's traveling to compensate

Things complicate.

 

-Flat shoes-

I start to think, build my soul

Set some goals, some untold, the one part of me uncontrolled

It'll unfold someday, my silent pathway.

 

-Goth boots-

My old route screwed by the truth of my roots.

Cute, but i want to be tough,

Astute, but I want to be buff

A little poop, I need to grow up.

 

-Combat boots-

Truth, I wanted to serve my nation in its troops

Marine Corps, salute as a recruit

like Battlefield 4, on the battlefield for my second fam

 

But I am more brains than brawn,

I flaunt my eloquence as evidence, i epitomize excellence

No petulant irrelevance I'm a testament to maximizing potential.

 

Full ride to college from my knowledge, academic man I'm psyched

Energetic, not schizophrenic, no PTSD, because my family was there for me

and honestly I undoubtedly will be there for them too.