Intimidation is not a foreign experience
To me. It’s something I’ve grown up in
So it’s hard to make me feel delirious
With your macho boots that you’re steppin’
I’ve learned to both bob and weave
And to occasionally take some hits
And I know if your securities were in a sieve
All that would be left would be tiny little bits
You wouldn’t know my worth if it hit you in the face
I’m not here to teach you it, or anything at all
I’m here because I take up a lot of space
And I won’t reduce myself because you feel small
I’d like to leave you with a simple lesson
That’ll maybe help you lower that arrogant chin
I want you to know that your poison
Won’t get within an inch of my skin
