She use to be mine— rewrite reflection

A clean piece of masonite, a fresh coat of matte

The world wants a narrative, but I don't play that

They serve up their blueprints and check every box

While I'm guarding the main gate and timing the clocks

I have a short fuse for the games that they play

Selling their souls just to get through the day

They call it a loss when you won't nod and bow

But I measure the truth, look at who's laughing now

Oh, the storm took the debris and turned it to trash

But you can’t buy my fire with a monthly check cash

Let the status quo crumble, let the critics all pass

The whole corporate script can go kiss my ass!

Because nobody cared when the foundations broke

So I’m holding my line and I'm letting it smoke

Yeah, I care for myself, I am standing my ground

An autonomous soul who refuses to drown!

They talk about legacy, structure, and rules

The insular crowds with their tracking pixel tools

They line up like patsies, they whisper and stare

While I mix up the Golden and breathe in the air

I’m five feet of fury, unpolished and real

With an authentic tact that they never could feel

You can write off the South, you can mock where I’m from

But you're marching to noise while I dance to my drum

Oh, the storm took the debris and turned it to trash

But you can’t buy my fire with a monthly check cash

Let the status quo crumble, let the critics all pass

The whole corporate script can go kiss my ass!

Because nobody cared when the foundations broke

So I’m holding my line and I'm letting it smoke

Yeah, I care for myself, I am standing my ground

An autonomous soul who refuses to drown!

Twenty-three was a midnight of water and rage

Twenty-eight was a chapter I locked in a cage

No student loan debts and no strings left to bind

Just a sacred old studio space in my mind

They don't want to see me reach up to my peak

So they use their convenient labels for weak

But a technical craft doesn't care for their lies—

She is messy, she’s intense, but look how she tries!

Oh, the storm took the debris and turned it to trash

But you can’t buy my fire with a monthly check cash

Let the status quo crumble, let the critics all pass

The whole corporate script can go kiss my ass!

Because nobody cared when the foundations broke

So I’m holding my line and I'm letting it smoke

Yeah, I care for myself, I am standing my ground

An autonomous soul who refuses to drown!

Still painting the lines

Still tracking the time

Hey now, look at her now

An enigma in black with a red winter coat

Singing the truest song she ever wrote

Yeah, she used to be mine—but she’s entirely mine.