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What if I spent my life making people laugh so hard they'd fall over and cry
Then surely my parents would laugh but then fall over and break down to cry
What if I followed my passion and learned to speak what's on my mind
Then surely my parents would speak for me and tell me I have a doctors mind
I also have the wisdom of a lawyer they consistently repeat
But not the heart of a teacher because they don't make enough money
So how do I tell my parents I want to get into comedy TV
Immigrant parents who can't see that as a sustainable reality
They didn't come here so I could just throw it all away
Everything they worked so hard for how can I toss it down the drain
Disapproving of the risk I want to take to reach my dreams
But what about the risk they took 30 years ago for me
My aspirations don't make sense to my mother who had nothing growing up
She knows the pain of having not enough to eat, she doesn't believe in luck
My father works hard for a small paycheck, it's hard for a man of much pride
He asks why I'm putting myself in that same situation, he knows what it's like to hide
I've pondered those same situations, the thought of constantly not havin'
But then again what would happen if I didn't follow my passion
If I didn't wake up every morning excited to start a new day
If I wasn't able to work with a genuine smile on my face
Like a game of "Would You Rather" I contemplate two difficult decisions
A job for financial stability or a career in which I can live in my most beautiful visions

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