Snatch A Style

Bubbling in my skin I feel the pain bleeding out
Cries for my sisters that are buried underground
And I still hear their sounds, sounds of their voice
But the fear that they were living never had no choice
Generational trauma, la mujer asesinada
Gotta protect your mama, gotta connect each other
This the light at the end of the tunnel
Getting you out of the struggle
When the world is falling down I get you out of the rubble
(Huh)

[Chorus]
Keep your head up queen
(Huh)
Never forget your dreams
(Nah, huh)
Keep your head up queen
(Nah)
Never forget your, never forget that you came from a woman that went through some pain
I know that you're hurting cause I'm feeling the same
And this is not the end, there will be some brighter days
Keep your head up queen, know that you are not to blame 
[Chorus]                                                                                                                     

We were leaders once,
Fire in our hands.
Healing, knowledge,
Power in demand.

Then they stole it,
Burned our names.
Called us witches,
Drowned in shame.

Still today—
Shut us up,
Pay us less,
Push us down,
Call us prey.
But we won’t fade away.   Told to be pretty,  But never too smart.  Quiet your voice,  Don’t speak from the heart.
Never complain, Never defy.  Be a good daughter, Be a good wife.
Hide your anger,  Swallow your needs.  Dress up your pain,  And call it “pleased.”
Dress sexy—you're a slut.  Don’t dress up—you’re a prude.  No matter what you do,  You're always wrong.

 [Chorus]
Keep your head up queen
(Huh)
Never forget your dreams
(Nah, huh)
Keep your head up queen
(Nah)
Never forget your, never forget that you came from a woman that went through some pain
I know that you're hurting cause I'm feeling the same
And this is not the end, there will be some brighter days
Keep your head up queen, know that you are not to blame 
[Chorus]                                                                                                                         

I scroll and see it—
Mocking lines.
Too loud, too soft,
Step out of line.

Too ambitious,
Too much fire.
Too emotional,
Called a liar.

Every post—
Same old game.
Every word—
Our worth in chains.  We fight online,
Weapons in words.
Forget the system,
Forget what we’ve learned.  Hey, no more hiding.
No more holding it in.
Say your truth, even when it scares you.
I see your pain, and you don’t have to carry it alone.
Teach your daughters to fight,
teach your sons to respect.
We can tear down the old shit,
we can build something better.
Now is our time — and you, yes you, are the one.
Keep going. Keep rising. You’ve got this. 

{Chorus]
Keep your head up queen
(Huh)
Never forget your dreams
(Nah, huh)
Keep your head up queen
(Nah)
Never forget your, never forget that you came from a woman that went through some pain
I know that you're hurting cause I'm feeling the same
And this is not the end, there will be some brighter days
Keep your head up queen, know that you are not to blame 
[Chorus]

Queen

[Verse 1]
I need a better life
That will take away my pain
I need a new goal for my life
And the one that you can give
I need some good news 
I need some good news 

[Chorus]
That time I guess I found it
Visit my best friend
I'm going to figure out my life
And then I'm going to be a best friend
I'm going to keep on my knees
And then I'm going to dance
I'm going to put my hands up
And then I'm going to dance
I'm going to go out and have a good time

[Verse 2]
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time.

ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh 

* I need the sunlight on my face
* I need the ocean’s sweet embrace
* I want a future I can trust
* A little hope, a little love is a must
* I need to feel alive again
* I want the story to begin
Chorus-style lines
 I’m chasing brighter skies
 I’m lifting up my eyes
 I’m finding love inside
 I’m learning not to hide
 I’m reaching for the stars
 I’m healing all my scars
Outro / 
 Feel-good phrases    
 Freedom in my soul
 Joy that makes me whole
 Smiles that never fade
 Dreams I’ve finally made
 A heart that beats in time
 With the rhythm of the divine

ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

I need a better life
That will take away my pain
I need a new goal for my life
And the one that you can give
I need some good news 
I need some good news

Good Life

F*** Fame

Aya, you’re out of the game, girl…
What did you think? I’d leave the stage for you?
Check this out, here’s the real slap.

Yeah, you play queen but you’re bland, even your name makes me yawn
All your tracks are déjà vu, even your flow ran away
I’m the spoiler in your story, the real slap in your life
You sold your soul for buzz, I give chills, you give boredom

Dja dja? It’s dead, your chorus puts me to sleep
Auto-tune maxed out, afraid of your real voice, no choice
Your lyrics are soup, sugar for TikTok
I bring the street, the real vibe, you’re fake good vibes

Your love stories on repeat, even kids are bored
Always the same recipe, too lazy to renew yourself
Catch you on a stream? I skip you, I prefer silence
You’re a Shein ad, fashion without substance


Move, Aya, you burned it all
Your throne’s broken, dreaming’s over
Your sweet little act? Not approved
Here it’s raw, you’re a copy, just a counterfeit
Game over, time to face it


You surfed the buzz, but never learned to swim
Your career’s Netflix, puts the real ones to sleep
Your features are fluff, you sniff trends, zero depth
Your team calls you “queen,” but everyone knows it’s fake

I kick for the fam, for the real ones struggling
You make faces, flip your hair, think you’re Beyoncé
But on the field, you flex only for the cam
Aya, you’re an Insta joke, style without fire

Your words are wind, I chew them like a snack
Your voice is plastic, your buzz is a pack
You’re the queen of fake streams, boss of weak punchlines
I hit straight to the plexus, you stammer, scroll


Move, Aya, you burned it all
Your throne’s broken, dreaming’s over
Your sweet little act? Not approved
Here it’s raw, you’re a copy, just a counterfeit
Game over, time to face it


Yeah, I aim at you without filter, I’m the truth
When you arrive it’s boredom, when I arrive it’s the city
You’re the discount aisle, I’m the rare fruit
You’ve got teen streams, but no soul, no story


Game over, ciao, star
The stage is for the real, gotta have guts, gotta have darkness
Sorry, Aya, you fell off the bus
No more room in the sun for fakes, it’s the fall

Ciao @AyaNakamuraa ( Conscious Hip Hop reload )

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The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track. A new universe, intimate lyrics, every track.

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