I say I will go to school, you cheer, then say for what? I say for psych? and you say what future? I say I want to go to school, you say yay, where? I say away, and far. You say okay then complain. Distance makes you lonely and that money be funny. I say I am going to school now and you say, but how. The transit center never sleeps, like its inhabitants and keepers. You say to what sense? back and forth, forth and back, dorm it. But the money is funny,ma. And I know you know you ain't payin two rents plus two food, plus to phone. I say I will travel, I will work, I will do my keep. You scuff, and puff and blow all my shine out. And i ask, the why of it all?