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lions heart


When I say thankyou in not out of manner Its because I was trained that way I was formed to be the best that I'm capable of that means I went through the worse To be here Through blood and tears through discipline pain and torment I can stand up and speak I've become a mode Of a hard working woman I've got battle scars to prove it I've looked at death in the eyes And said not this time For you took me once but I came back with a price So try to break me down You wont win the fight I've handle more then what's been dished but licked that d*mn plate clean My roar will tremble this ground down till they see who's the only one still standing ground so give me your best fight I'm willing to take a bite
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