Queen With A Target

[Verse 1]
Wake up, same script, rerun
Say “smile,” say “nice,” say “hun”
Hands on my work, on my waist
You take my credit, call it “grace”
Office door, lock clicks, cold
“You’re like my daughter,” story told
While your name climbs up that wall
Mine’s the one you never call
[Pre-Chorus]
You write the rules then call it nature
You steal the crown then preach “behavior”
You paint my cage in pastel gold
Call it “love” until I fold
[Chorus]
I’m not your queen with a target on her back
Not your saint on a shelf for your panic attack
You build the world on the weight of my spine
Then tell me “be grateful” while you draw the line
I’m not your silence dressed up as “respect”
Not your blame when the system’s a wreck
You fear the day that we call out the crime
‘Cause every crown you wear was taken from mine (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Little girl, “keep your legs closed”
While your boy’s a “hero,” anything goes
Heard the joke, laughed or get burned
You make the mess, I have to learn
Walk home keys pressed in my fist
Say my “no,” you call me “witch”
Courtroom eyes strip me bare
“What were you wearing?” as they stare
[Pre-Chorus]
You write my “place” like it’s tradition
Dress up control, call it religion
You twist my rage into “too loud”
Then use my labor for your crown
[Chorus]
I’m not your queen with a target on her back
Not your saint on a shelf for your panic attack
You build the world on the weight of my spine
Then tell me “be grateful” while you draw the line
I’m not your silence dressed up as “respect”
Not your blame when the system’s a wreck
You fear the day that we call out the crime
‘Cause every crown you wear was taken from mine (hey!)
[Bridge]
All the daughters you dismissed
All the sisters on your list
All the mothers you erased
We’re the ones you can’t replace
Raise our scars like rebel flags (ooh)
Turn your thrones to shattered glass
If my “no” makes you afraid
Maybe fear is what you made
[Chorus]
I’m not your queen with a target on her back
Not your saint on a shelf for your panic attack
You build the world on the weight of my spine
Then tell me “be grateful” while you draw the line
I’m not your silence dressed up as “respect”
Not your blame when the system’s a wreck
You fear the day that we rewrite the crime
‘Cause every crown you wear was stolen from mine (stolen from mine)
[Outro]
Not your queen
Not your prize
Every time we speak
Another empire dies

rap, Hybrid rap-pop-rock banger with female vocals; crunchy power chords and distorted bass under fierce verses, 90–96 BPM. Verses ride a sharp, syncopated drum groove with sparse synth stabs, then pre-chorus pulls back to toms and atmospheric pads. Chorus explodes with big gang vocals, octave guitars, and a stadium-ready hook. Middle 8 drops to half-time with filtered drums and spoken-word grit, then final chorus hits harder with extra harmonies and ad-lib runs., rock, pop