Alix Olson - Warriors lyrics

The paper called me a warrior A bad girl. a bad example The paper said I smile big But I curse too much And it’s true. I do Feel like a warrior just for making it through the day, sometimes I feel like a fighter. Cause I fight To keep the fighting away and, sometimes Walking down the street is a scientific experiment Your body laid out, splayed out, just for them To tamper with it But you know, I think it’s those with the scalpels Who are really the rats They want to dissect your a** cause your brain won’t hold still for them Under that slide marked: ‘split and fill with bullsh**’ Y’know, my a** don’t fit under that gla** And my brain moves way too fast for that Cause if this is a movement we’re making We have got to get moving In this crazy maze we’ve been handed, we’ve got to quit losing ourselves We gotta use our big fat mouths to talk We gotta use our big thick thighs to walk We got to follow those who choose A different way to knock Those who banged with persistence Like the Audre Lordes, the Barbara Lees The Leslie Feinbergs, the June Jordans of my existence Who chose a different way to walk Took a chance, didn’t prance, tiptoe Twirl though this world You see, I refuse to slide past Even if it means coming in last I’m gonna stomp and rage and kick Talk hard, think thick Y’know, it don’t take a dick to have balls It don’t take balls to knock down the walls Of this cheap joint You know, the point’s hard to find with all these Ground down pa**ions But we’ve got a chance if we sharpen our visions With our voices It’s a choice to make noise, it’s hard to be heard They’ll toss you a muzzle wherever you go But baby, it’s the waves that let you know The ocean’s alive So, we’ve gotta go deep Down past where your daddy found your key Unlocked your knees And took control Past where your brother cruised your borders Like some kind of nightguard patrol Past where the babysitter stuck a pencil up inside you So many ways they get you to hide you From the world, girl We gotta go deep We gotta use our black and blues like a second skin Let our bruises thicken Then begin again We gotta get up when we’re pushed to the ground They ain't gonna hear us if we’re screaming face down We gotta rise to double the size of our sound You know warriors are better The second time around