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Wealth Within
by Mel Chanté
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I used to work at Dunkin' Donuts
By Boston Commons on Boylston at the corner
Customers came prepped with their orders
Sixteen serving cupped coffee like hors d'oeuvres
Feels like it was yesterday kinda sorta
Sunrise car rides from mommy for her daughter
Before music and internet was on the cellular
I was memorizing the usuals for the regulars
Large iced light with skim no sugar for Jennifer
Small hot black, old fashioned for Joe degular
Sorry no more glazed, I'm just the messenger
Then they'd go across the street to the competitor
And yea sometimes I'd bump heads with the manager
Like "yo slow down lady I ain't tryna argue wit ya"
Looking back, I can see it was my ego in the cracks
Waving hi from below whispering about lacks
Now something in my soul knows
To serve is gold so I
Put these poems on a platter
They been brewing in the kettle of my mind
Over matter and time and space and dreams
And realms and rhymes and peace
And pace and patience
The truest virtue
Paid in sense
That's the wealth within
I'll always win
Cuz I'm never without
Nah I'm never without
Said I'm never without
Nah I'm never without
I used to work at Dunkin' Donuts
By Boston Commons on Boylston at the corner
Customers came prepped with their orders
Sixteen serving cupped coffee like hors d'oeuvres
Feels like it was yesterday kinda sorta
Sunrise car rides from mommy for her daughter
Before music and internet was on the cellular
I was memorizing the usuals for the regulars
Large iced light with skim no sugar for Jennifer
Small hot black, old fashioned for Joe degular
Sorry no more glazed, I'm just the messenger
Then they'd go across the street to the competitor
And yea sometimes I'd bump heads with the manager
Like "yo slow down lady I ain't tryna argue wit ya"
Looking back, I can see it was my ego in the cracks
Waving hi from below whispering about lacks
Now something in my soul knows
To serve is gold so I
Put these poems on a platter
They been brewing in the kettle of my mind
Over matter and time and space and dreams
And realms and rhymes and peace
And pace and patience
The truest virtue
Paid in sense
That's the wealth within
I'll always win
Cuz I'm never without
Nah I'm never without
Said I'm never without
Nah I'm never without
