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Warriors Lyrics


Alix Olson Warriors

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 ass cause your brain won’t hold still for them
Under that slide marked:
‘split and fill with bullshit’
Y’know, my ass don’t fit under that glass
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 passions
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


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