All The Way

It doesn't take a genius to tell me what I am, Or lecture me with poetry, and tell me that I can. I don't remember what happened yesterday, I don't give a damn about what all those people say. It takes years to find the nerve to be apart from what you've done, To find the truth inside yourself and not depend on anyone. It takes years to find the nerve to be apart from what you've done, To find the truth inside yourself and not depend on anyone. It don't take no Houdini to tell me what I am. Parasites and literasites they 'd burn me if they can. But I don't give a damn about what those people say, They pick you up and kick you out, they hurt you every day. It takes years to find the nerve to be apart from what you've done, To find the truth inside yourself and not depend on anyone. It takes years to find the nerve to be apart from what you've done, To find the truth inside yourself and not depend on anyone. It takes years to find the nerve to be apart from what you've done, To find the truth inside yourself and not depend on anyone. It takes years to find the nerve to be apart from what you've done, To find the truth inside yourself and not depend on anyone.