There ain't nobody to ever be stopping me,
I will never be owned nor treasured.
There ain't no princes out there to slaver me,
The worth of freedom can not be measured.
They, the doctors and shrinks, say that I'm wrong.
My loving parents worry themselves sore,
They worry that I am by far too strong,
They rile and rant till my brain hurts with bore.
Why must I be pointless, act like others?
I won't don the mask of the insipid.
Why must I race to be seen to be best?
Am I more worthy if I am stupid?
This tame world is not ready for the like of I,
Yet here I am meaning to do and not die.
