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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They took my name by the chalkboard light
Folded my hands, said, “Sit down, be polite”
Old eyes smiling, sharp as a pin
Closed every door, then called it discipline
Paper dreams in a metal tray
Every little no got carved away
But I kept a spark in my ribcage gold
Kept that fire where they couldn’t hold
[Pre-Chorus]
I heard my own blood calling
Under the rules they wrote
I was never born to kneel there
I was built to grow
[Chorus]
Take it back, take it back
I’m more than what they lack
Take it back, take it back
I’m breaking through the crack
You can name me, shame me
Still I rise, still I rise
Take it back, take it back
I’m not your quiet prize
[Verse 2]
They wore their smiles like a polished chain
Said “for your own good” while they fed the stain
Stacked up lies in a tidy row
Made a cage from the things I’d know
But the moon kept time in my pocket bone
And the river taught me not to fold
Now I walk like thunder under skin
Every step says I’m here again
[Pre-Chorus]
I hear my own blood calling
Under the rules they wrote
I was never born to kneel there
I was built to grow
[Chorus]
Take it back, take it back
I’m more than what they lack
Take it back, take it back
I’m breaking through the crack
You can name me, shame me
Still I rise, still I rise
Take it back, take it back
I’m not your quiet prize
[Bridge]
Let the old lies crumble
Let the paper burn
I was never lost, no
I was waiting for my turn
Hands to the sky now
Watch me come alive
Nothing left to steal from me
I survived
[Final Chorus]
Take it back, take it back
I’m more than what they lack
Take it back, take it back
I’m breaking through the crack
You can name me, shame me
Still I rise, still I rise
Take it back, take it back
I’m not your quiet prize
Details
GeneratedAug 23, 2026
Duration3:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark pop with Cherokee-tinged melodic turns, midtempo stomp and syncopated conga pulse; verse rides low cello, double bass, and marimba ticks, pre-chorus opens with breathy flute lines and rising harmony, chorus hits with stacked female vocals and clipped handclaps. Cherokee-flavored vocal inflections, whispered doubles, and last-word delay throws. Ear candy: reversed flute swells, marimba runs into drops, conga fills before the final chorus. Dark, glossy, close-mic mix with earthy low end., motivating, cello, marimba, female vocals, pop
Credits
Prompt byJavaDiva89
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Create a song about a woman stripped away from her life by conniving elderly educators. Cherokee influence, cello, flutes & marimba with double bass & conga drums. Motivating female vocals & dark pop
