Savage
Heart like a lion, soul made of steel,Been through the fire, but I’m still here to kill.They whisper my name, but they don’t understand,I built my own throne with these bare, calloused hands.
Came from the trenches, learned how to fight,Took all my losses and turned ‘em to might.No silver spoon, no easy way out,Just hunger and hustle, no room for self-doubt.
They call me savage ‘cause I don’t break,Won’t fold, won’t beg, won’t move like a fake.Loyal to few, but I walk alone,‘Cause power feels better when it’s all your own.
So keep your shade, your soft little lies,I see through it all with these war-torn eyes.I’m savage, I’m lethal, I’m built to survive,You pray for mercy—I pray to thrive.