Sight the pain is unbearable

I want to stop and I will

There's no glow and no thrill

My emptiness calls

And I answer in return

It's my time and I'm just DONE

It was nice and fun

But let me be just one

No smiles in my rain

No feelings to my pain

So let me spit it out

That clump of flesh that beats

I'm not the first but it's a feat

I'm given my all and my best

But I've failed this time

Now let isolation be my rest

By: The Soulistic Chyld

The only son of a Man from June

The 3rd for a Queen gone too soon

Blessed with 6 siblings

My story is a hard thing

13 is my number, yes the left I bring

I've lost a lot but I've found more

Thank God I'm almost 3 plus 0 yeh score

My mind is my place of refuge

Thoughts and deeds can be misused

I'm a yute that was never abused

A pencil in my hand that's how I cruise

Crossover and your left with no clue

Music in my veins

A hole in my heart left by a stain

I'm the happiest walking in the down pouring rain

A son of West yes I left then I came

Campbell to the last breathe

Remember my name

By: The Soulistic Chyld

No degrees but a doc in his own right

No CAPEs but he's my Hero

No CXCs but he's tired of overseas

Let me put it into context

My number one fan lol no contest

We aint father and son

You see him and you see me, we are ONE

I don't say I love you

Cause you know I do

Won't wait until 6 ft by 6 ft to tell you

There's no me without you

We aint family you grew us like a crew

Your musical skills are so sick it has the flu

You aged but your SWAG stays true

My role model and the man I follow

The biggest heart pops you neva shallow

By: The Soulistic Chyld

I was born from red dirt

I breathe and open my eyes

Humble to the core

Silence as I open my own doors

I achieve but you didn't see

You left 19 years now

You pushed me to be the best

I'm your splitting image

You're notes and keys

I'm paper and pencil

Always a middle child

Trapped with expectations

Pressured to be an apex man

All I desire is freedom

Expression, speech, essence

I bare my fangs at socialism

Let me be

That's my creed

By: the Soulistic Chyld

My story begins in a third world country, Jamaica to be more specific. I'm the 3rd child of a total of 6 children for my mom. A woman having so little time to share as she tends to the needs of everyone and also herself. I discovered at a very tender age that I had the ability to draw, I embraced my artistic nature. It loved me and I loved it back. I had no idea that my love for Art would become a curse, how so you ask? I was failing school. I didn't know and quite frankly I didn't even know.

What was reading? I didn't have the slightest clue, teachers labeled me a failure right off the bat. My salvation came in the form of my mom, at this point in time I was living with her. My bags packed, she gave me one last pep talk and shipped me off to military school. Wait if y'all really know Jamaica we don't have military school. So where did she send me? That's right to live with my Dad, I think if you searched for the word "discipline" in the dictionary you would see a picture of my Dad. I had to learn the fundamentals of literacy, caress her with my artistic mind. Words illuminated my darkness, I absorded their rays and grew, constantly surpassing the limitations that my former educators placed on me.

I faught for my life. In a system where the weak was left behind I pulled a John Wick and just like him my educational success came at a cost. A year after my mom sent me to live with my dad she was murdered. My world became a living nightmare, I walked around with a broken heart but I had a whole mind. How am I to comprehend the complexity of loss at such a tender age? I was 10. Psycologically I was scared, my youth could not put 1 to this 0, at this pivital moment in my life I lost one of my heroes. I was now at a cross road Books or Bullets that's the reality of this tropical paradise. I opened books that took me to realms that gave rise to artistic passion that will forever burn.

Reading is more than just a skill thus every human being must be given this key to open the mind's eye. All facetes of life is impacted by reading. I'm a living example of a life that reading has changed and saved. "Reading maketh a man" as my fellow countrymen would say, never neglect the strongest muscle that you possess feed it and flex with a book.