Personal Narrative: Moving Away From Home

Independence

Patient anticipation
Up till now I've been hurry up and waiting
At a bus stop in independence licking an ice cream cone
I've been kicking I've been scheming
This is as close as I've ever been to leaving
Five blocks away, a stone's throw from home
But I'm as good as gone

I gotta get gone, gone, gone
Shooting like a gun, a gun, a gun
Skipping like a stone, stone, stone
Far as I can run to where freedom is free
There's a road like a long gray ribbon far as I can see
And it's pulling independence out of me

Emancipation or paper chasing
Leaving with question marks and Momma's blessing
Put her picture in my pocket along with her rosary
Some say I'm crazy, a little loco
And most of my friends will live and die in this zip code
It might