Intimation

 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