Why can't I fail?
End up in Paris or jail

Why must I live in a classroom
with a degree to which I only use a broom?

Why is it so hard to believe
that someone would wish to travel and see what they could achieve?

I wish to grow and explore
because somehow I always fathomed there was more.

So I'm sorry, Momma, if it's not what you wanted
but if I don't do this I'll always be haunted.

I want to grow out my mane
and live my life free from his chain

With shot of whiskey here or there
and a complexion I keep complet-el-y bare.

I can't wait to see what I'll see
and discover just who I will be.