Being United

It's funny, you live a life and the one who breathes that life into you, both seem too good to be true.... I was born in 1998 Fated to be the son of an Imam The sun rose up and I guess i chose to human Within the spiritual realm, I believe We all had a chance to choose The memory swiped away I can only say This vessel isn't pure And the cure to my wonderous mind Is the sight of my soul But I guess death will only be my chance So I got to be righteous till my last and final breath Token of a slogan, I wasn't made to be free In this world you gotta pay a fee Tests and trials, walking to the road Full of sand gotta man up And take this slab that I've been given The preacher's son never held His own, Too many helpers, was written in stone Don't know too much about my texts and reading them sometimes feels like Psychological overture.