What ? You think I forgot how to dance?
Quit my job, so I lost all chance?
Oh no, don't project on me.
you'll see that my choices set me free.
Perhaps some day again we'll meet,
and I'll stomp out your ego with the sound of my feet.
Or maybe you will buy my book,
walk with me, take a look.
Hear some truth from the horses mouth.
I don't care what you think,
step into my house.
I hold no grudge
against those who judge.
I know my heart,
and my story SCREAMS art.