My mama told me when I was young
I was as good as, as everyone
Inside my heart I, I carried her word
Like a treasure until I heard (You gotta work, work)
And then she told me being a girl
It isn’t pretty, lipstick and curls
Inside my heart I took what she said
But still these voices inside my head
Saying “You gotta work harder than them all
You gotta be much smarter than (smarter than)
And when you find, find something that you want
You gotta work hard, harder than, harder than them all”