Rap Feminista

Tired of dresses and high heels
Today I let my hair down and here comes the reflection
I asked myself why so miserable
Being the same being, but undervalued
So hard to see they are just two words
Man or woman, but both the same mass
Why are you the king and I a cheap princess?
Shut up once and for all, you're going to put your foot in it!

Ask him, he seems to have answers
That the fault lies with this sick society
Sick with power, money, and other vices
But based on somewhat limited arguments
They talk about equality and registered rights
In the end, I'll be a privileged object
If it weren't for the woman being the first to be fired
If it weren't for the woman a hole to anchor the stick

You say I'm more than just a pretty face
You go to photoshop with my face and edit it
Raise your voice, say you're open and listen to me
But I speak the truth and you say it's nonsense
Mom always told me not to walk alone
But she never told the boy not to violate girls
Dad, on the other hand, told me to be delicate
And told my brother how to handle a girl

March eighth, the revolution arrives
Women with two breasts and a stronger heart
Full of anger, full of dissatisfaction
Shiny shit is still shit
Modern enlightened ones think they're right
But the girl wears a skirt and another whore in the crowd
Don't label me as something I'm not because I'm not what you expected
I had a blindfold on and you covered my face

I'm not better than you, nor am I worse
If you want to collaborate, make this song idiotic
Don't treat me as an object, treat me as what I am
Person of the opposite sex, but not as inferior
Leave your ideals behind and join the mission
Let the only clash be making love