PHD Anthem

Yeah… PHD…

Poor, Hungry, Driven.

Sometimes the loudest house

got the quietest hearts.

The house was loud,

but nobody heard me,

So many voices, but nobody near me.

I kept my dreams

where nobody could see,

PHD,

that’s the story of me.

I learned to keep moving when the pressure came,

Turned every struggle into fuel for the flame.

They saw the noise,

they didn’t know the pain,

Now I’m building something they can’t take away.

Poor,

Hungry, Driven…

That’s PHD.

This is only the beginning.