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"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance."
--Aristotle
The Hard Way
1994
Growing up in the light of a lawyer ain’t no peaches and cream
Ten years plus of college trying to attain the America dream
I had a different direction I mind
Growing up proper all the stress on wrong and right
Put up your hair; don’t cross your legs and home no later than midnight
That lifestyle’s not for me, there had to be freedom somewhere
But I don’t think I turned out bad, I really think that I’m okay
Though I struggle to survive, Im just glad that Im alive
And I take it day to day
So don’t tell me what to do, you know I wont listen to you
Sometimes parents need to say, “it’s their life” and turn away
Be strong enough to say, “they’ll just have to learn the hard way”
So to get away from the constriction I ran off to join the Corps
Tried to find freedom in boot camp and signed my life away to four
Man what the hell was I thinking
It was, polish your boots, stand up straight and don’t look down
Don’t forget to salute, keep your hair in your hat, and be on time
But I wore my ribbons proud until the day that I got out
And I don’t think I turned out bad, I gave them everything I had
Though it’s not my cup of tea, no reason for the 3rd degree
I just need to make a change
Sir don’t tell me what to do, I’ve really heard enough of you
You say I’ll miss it when I’m gone, well I can tell you that you’re wrong
Is that all you have to say? Guess I’ll have to learn the hard way.
After 26 years I think I’ve learned to play the game
I’ve been battered, I’ve been bruised, and I’ve been left out in the rain
But I’ve learned a dance or two yeah
Fallen down, I’ve been torn apart; but I pick myself up, brush off, and restart
I’m back in school at night; somehow I know I’ll be all right
And I don’t think I’ll turn out bad, I think that I’ll turn out okay
I’ll just learn from my mistakes, do whatever it takes, to make things go my way
So don’t tell me what to do, you know I wont listen to you
Sometimes when I go astray, I just bow my head and pray, be strong enough to say
“I just have to learn the hard way”
While this song is a small combination of myself and a mixture of my peers, nothing I have written could be more honest about my way of doing things. Sometimes I just need to figure it out on my own.
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