I don't beg, I don't bend, I don't break, I rise from the ashes they pray I won't take. Gloss on my lips, fire in my soul, Heart made of gold with a mind in control.
I walk like thunder, talk like truth, Been through hell and never lost youth. You can't dim what was born to shine, I don't need a throne this world is mine.
I've danced with pain, made peace with scars, Turned every bruise into battle bars. Don't confuse my silence with fear, I bite back when snakes slither near.
I'm the storm they warned you about, The name they whisper, the one they doubt. But I don't need their crown to rule I wear my scars like jewels, cool and cruel.
So let 'em stare, let 'em talk that mess, I built an empire from all that stress. Classy. Savage. Real as it gets. Badass bitch - no regrets.
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