[Instrumental, 16 bars] Steel in my boots, grease on my skin. Twelve-hour shifts — I take it in. They whistle, stare, they joke, they leer — but I’m not here to entertain your fear. [Instrumental] I’m not your thrill, not your shame. I’m the crack inside the frame. I’m the echo in the drill — and I won’t swallow one more pill. This is my body, my fight, my flame. [Instrumental] No shame. No name. No game. I walk through fire, don’t flinch, don’t bend. Hard life? I’m harder — end to end. Raise your voice, raise your fist — I’m the storm you won’t resist. [Instrumental, 16 bars] “Smile... sweetheart!” “Smile... sweetheart!” “Smile, sweetheart” “Smile, sweetheart” — I hear it daily. But I don’t play nice, I play it plainly. I’ve got scars you’ll never see, and dreams forged in agony. [Spoken] You touched without asking. You laughed without care. But I’m not your silence. I’m not your dare. I’m not your ladder. I’m not your chain. I’m the break. I’m the flame. [Instrumental, 16 bars] This is my body, my fight, my flame. This is my body, my fight, my flame. No shame. No name. No game. No shame. No name. No game. I walk through fire, don’t flinch, don’t bend. Hard life? I’m harder — end to end. Raise your voice, raise your fist — I’m the storm you won’t resist. [Instrumental, epic breakdown] I’m not your dare. I’m not your ladder. I’m not your chain. I’m the break. I’m the flame. [Outro – Whispered or Spoken] I clock out. I don’t bow. I’m not your girl. I’m power now.