A'int rattling no coins,
A'int rattling no coins,
I'm workin', I'm on my way.
Not on display like some toddler,
Gon' make someone proud today.
Dancin' in the fire like a greedy moth,
I'll take the heat, I'll eat the flame,
Not skippin' a single step,
I will be my own angel, in my own way.
Reject me as I am,
I will grow to be better.
Don't matter how many interviews,
I'll get that damn acception letter.
I'll get off these here streets,
You'll be wishing I knew your name.
I'll work skin to bone,
And when I walk out that door, it will be to your dismay.
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