Listen to, the click click click of power
walking up those steps.
From her red high heels to her skinny jeans,
she ain’t one to cower.
In her spiked-up pixie cut
with hoops that touch her shoulders,
she’ll be swinging her hips and locking no lips
with the Devil on her shoulder.
So, just swipe, swipe, swipe to the left
you ain’t gonna get it.
I mean, lesbihonest here,
she ain’t really with it.
Cuz who you once called braces faces
has been driving all kinds of crazy races
to one day conduct business overseas
and fly to all her bucket list places.
But, if the plane comes crashing down,
She’ll just keep, keep, keep on strutting
through the broken glass,
and if she cheats on her, just wait …
she’ll pull a Lemonade on her ass.
Yes, she’s spent a filthy, pretty penny
to get where she is now.
But, she’ll save a plenty pretty pennies
to go from here on out.
And, yes, her granddaddy
may have walked with MLK,
but her great times eight grandpa
sure never made slavery go away.
So, she’ll keep, keep, keep on winning
and fighting for their rights.
Because her skin’s white,
she’s gotta use her privileges
to stand up and face the light.
Now, rev, rev, rev, the engine
and smile through your shades
because, girl, you’ve been got this
stop letting them win all the Hunger Games.
Will you ever be happy?
You may never know,
but at least you’ll be 100% in control.
So, keep, keep, keep on livin’
to the beat of your own high heels -
up the steps and through the clouds
on the stairway to Heaven.