I never promised you nothing,
never said I'd be your perfect shackled slave.
If success to you is measured in dollars and cents then I 
decline.
That's nothing. That's not my dream.
It comes between everything.
Someday we'll divide because for so much effort some 
people starve.
care less about.
That's nothing. That's not my dream.
It comes between everything.
Someday we'll divide. Would somebody here fill my soul 
with purpose?
There's something here, my friend.
Don't step on me on your quest for millions.