My dreams and ambitions,
So high in the sky.
But they want to ground me,
"Stay here till you die".
My place is the house,
That's all I hear.
These backwards people,
In their face, I sneer.
I'm the problem,
That's what you proclaim?
You're trying to snuff me,
But I'm a fiery flame.
They always say,
"Give us more smiles".
Oh, I'm sorry,
I'm busy running miles.
A pretty face,
Is all they see.
Brains and skills,
So much more to me.
I don't entertain.
I don't need the pain.
I'm missing the train?
I'll catch the plane.
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