You don’t like the way I stand, Don’t like the way I speak, You want me broken, bent in half, Polite and mild and weak. You whisper poison in the dark, Smile sharp and thin, Try to carve your little rules Into my skin. You hide behind your holy words, Behind your paper crown, Judge from a chair you never earned While tryin’ to drag me down. You call it love, you call it truth, You call it “just advice”, But every word you throw at me Is dressed up nice as ice. You want obedience. You want control. You want me cut down To fit your mold. If you don’t like who I am Burn my name. If you can’t handle what I say Burn my name. I won’t kneel. I won’t crawl. You want me small? I’ll watch it all fall. If you need me quiet You can burn my name. I built my spine from broken roads, From nights that tasted steel, From scars you’d never recognize ’Cause yours don’t cut that deep or real. You don’t know the blood it took To stand this tall in flame, So who the hell are you to speak About my shame? I don’t need your heaven. I don’t need your grace. I don’t need permission To take up space. If you don’t like the way I live Burn my name. If my truth don’t fit your script Burn my name. I ain’t here to be approved, Ain’t here to be removed, You want submission, tame and safe? Burn my name. I don’t hate you. I just don’t fear you. You mistake silence For surrender. You mistake patience For weakness. Try me. No more bending. No more grace. If you want war Say it to my face. If you don’t like who I am Burn my name. Strike the match and feed the flame. I don’t break, I don’t bend, I don’t disappear to make amends. You don’t like this outlaw frame? Burn. My. Name. Ash don’t scare me. I’ve walked through worse.
