I Grew Up In Soho

Grit, glitter, and love that didn’t ask permission—this song is a Soho lullaby told through alley smoke and feathered dreams. A boy raised backstage in the theatre of survival, learning life from queens in wigs and women in heels, trading innocence for warmth in a city that never blinked. It’s part confessional, part tribute, and all heart. Beneath the mascara and market stalls, behind the neon glow and whispered sins, lies the unvarnished truth of a mother who danced through judgment and a son who saw the world clearer than most. This isn’t just a song—it’s a streetlamp memory, flickering forever.