You have to do it
No one can stop you be it
No school, no education
No fancy guitar classes
It’s you facing your demons
Hell raisin’ experiences
You breaking that wooden door
Getting out, exploring more
Learning to stand
On your two small feet
While still drinking
Your mother’s sweet
Facing your father
Who is no longer there
And your mother
Who fancies cars more than your care
Bidding goodbye
To the good boys at school
I’d rather be gay
Than pretend playin’ fool
You work your shit
No one told you it would work
Shaping your spirit
Embodying perils
You go find a home
I go figure destiny
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