It is I, The one, the only .
The blood of royalty, the heart of dirt
The mind of matter and the soul of the earth.
I dont determine my life or who I am
But the world and its categorical sections which leave my kind in depression
Although it is a blessing to be in my shoes. I sometimes still wonder, who am I?
Yes I know my name ,my date of birth
I know where I live, my fortune and what its worth but who am I?
I am Anchronistic, this i know
A lost soul in the wrong error, My life now filled with terror. I WANT TO GO HOME!
I fear nothing, as the strong angel Michael
yet I am afraid of the humility that life brings.
You ask me Who am I, well I have yet to figure that out but ill tell you
I am the guy you heard about, the guy thats fully flawed
and yet while still in shackles I am the son of God.