

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] They say "girl or boy, just pick a side" like I'm a box you check But I carved my name in this old skin paid in fear and in respect Small town choir on a Sunday stares like I'm some sin But I'm still here, in this same denim I'm not asking to be let in [Chorus] Our bodies, our country our names on our own tongues We belong in every story every church bell that gets rung Our choices, our rights we're not asking for your grace We're just living, breathing people claiming space, claiming space [Verse 2] At the courthouse line, they talk so loud like I can't hear a thing Call my life a "public question" like I'm some debate they bring But my scars are quiet memoirs inked across my chest each one saying, "I survived you" each one saying, "I know best" [Chorus] [Bridge] You can clutch your old traditions like a Bible in a storm I'll keep clinging to my heartbeat to the way I transform You can shout me from the sidewalk try to turn me into dust I'll keep walking, head up, steady 'cause my soul is mine to trust [Chorus]
Tags
country, Alt-country band with a gritty swing, brushed kit and upright bass locked to a mid-tempo shuffle. Male vocals with a weathered edge; slide guitar answers the phrases, organ pads bloom in the chorus. Energy builds from intimate verse to a big, defiant singalong hook with gang vocals and stomp-clap accents on the final chorus., alternative country
3:18
No
1/8/2026