You don’t own my Soul versuri

Versuri Six Gun Siren – You don't own my Soul lyrics

Yeah, new rules every week,
Same muzzle every time
They write the script, we’re told to clap
Not tonight, turn the mic up..

Gatekeepers preaching from a blue check throne
Say fall in line, then move to go post home
Tag you a villain if you don’t recite
Algorithm choke when you tell it right

Keybird saints (?) with the kerosene talk
Call it peace while they dox and stalk
Say „open mind” but they slam that door
I brought steel nerves and a cedar floor
Boots on the boards that clap, clap, roll
Small town backbone, iron in the soul

You don’t own my soul, you don’t want my life
You don’t cut my throat, you won’t mute my mic
You don’t own my road You don’t steer this roll
You don’t own my heart, I won’t let that go

You don’t own my soul
You don’t run my life
You don’t cut my throooat
You won’t mute my mic..

Buzzwords swing like a cheap parade
All neon paint on a rusted blade
Say „unity now” while they point and split
Turn neighbors cold with a hashtag hit

I plan true speed in a hard red clay
Storms come down, roots still stay
If freedom’s rude to your porcelain crown
I’ll track that mud right through your town

You say „inclusion”, till I think out loud
You say „compassion”, then you feed the crowd
You say „justice”, but you starve debate
Truth can’t breathe where control dictates

You don’t own my soul, you don’t run my life
You don’t cut my throat, you won’t mute my mic
You don’t own my road, you don’t steer this roll
You don’t own my heart, I won’t let that go (Hey, Hey)

You don’t own my soul (Hey, Hey)
you don’t run my life (Hey, Hey)
You don’t cut my throooat
you won’t mute my mic (Hey, Hey)
You don’t own my road (Hey, Hey)
you don’t steer this roll (Hey, Hey)
Hands off my voice,
I’ll take control

Clip it, chant it, spin it how you want
The chorus still hits the same
Freedom’s my language
And I speak it loud

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