Just because I sleep on the floor at home
Just because I go to bed hungry at times
Just because I got no fancy accent to flaunt about
Don’t you dare define my destiny

Have you a look at my sharp tongue
that speaks volumes in achievements
Have you a look at my wady puffy nose
that appreciate the smell of words like that of food
Have you a look at my short pointy ears
that take in vicious words like a tape recorder does
So don’t you dare define my destiny!

Have a look at the exceptional way I strive for success
The way I strike for achievements
It’d be my fault I born poor?
It’d be not my fault I’d die poor?
I build my future in a foundation of
strong will and pure determination
So don’t you dare define my destiny!