Our Rules, Our Story

(Yeah, yeah) We set the rules. No one writes our story but us. (Let’s go!) They say, “Be quiet, be soft, stay in line,” But my voice is a flame, not a whisper tonight. I don’t need permission to take my own space, Every step I make is my own kind of grace. Not a trophy to win, not a prize on the shelf, I rewrite the script for myself, by myself. Don’t box me in, don’t tell me who I should be, My power’s not loud—it’s steady and free. Equal ground, same game, same field, same fight, We’re not asking for favors—we’re claiming our right. We break the glass, we raise the bar, We own the stage, we own who we are. Equality’s not a gift—it’s a truth we defend, We won’t be silenced, we won’t bend. Hands up high, let the world hear the sound, This is our voice, this is our ground! (Yeah) Check the labels they stick on my name, “Too strong,” “too much,” like ambition’s a crime, game. Same rules for everyone, no double standards, no masks, If I speak up, it’s not attitude—it’s facts. Equal pay, equal space, equal respect day by day, Stop measuring worth by the color of the dress you wear. We rewrite the history books, we change the narrative flow, Power isn’t taken—it’s earned, and we’re ready to show. It’s not about winning over someone else, It’s about lifting each other up, breaking down the walls ourselves. Together we’re louder, together we’re stronger, One voice, many colors—this moment is ours. We break the glass, we raise the bar, We own the stage, we own who we are. Equality’s not a gift—it’s a truth we defend, We won’t be silenced, we won’t bend. Hands up high, let the world hear the sound, This is our voice, this is our ground! Our rules. Our story. Our way. (We won’t break—we’ll build.) Yeah.