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Pushed back to the streets,
The taste of my own blood lingered on my teeth.

Remember sounds of rats eating,
Rotten meat breed’s maggots, the smell is foul like a good dope habit.

Crawling from out a corner,
With eyes peering towards your destination place.

You were warned that this is no place for a princess to be,
You only think you know where these tunnels lead.

Look carefully;
Everything is exactly as it appears to be, step right in and see my history.

Down one hall are all the junkies,
Move to the right and there you'll find young ladies giving up their bodies for a piece of the American Dream.

Okay, now take a left and head back a bit further;
Ah! You found me, wearing a crown of wire and string, watching over gutters, allies, and long lost streets.

Well, well, well, we finally meet;
May I help you, were you looking for something?

A challenge is what your seeking, well then,
By all means, let me meet it properly!

Foolish girl look around,
Do you really think you’re as strong as me, hardly baby!

Now that you forced me to prove to you who I am,
And what it means to be a queen.

I suggest you go home, where you'll find safety.

So turn back, watch your feet,
Don’t step where you can't see, and walk away quietly.

When you arrive back in your palace made of glass,
Consider your privilege to keep pretending you’re women of worth; on me.
No need to thank me that is what being a queen means.

You should of known this, you should of learned, you should of listened to the stories.
Then you would have realized I already own the thrown you thought you were protecting when you sought out a fight with me.