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📑 Original lyrics by Leea

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Yeah,

She said “no” — and you still pressed on,

Twisting love into control, man, that’s just wrong.

In the city, too many still don’t see the truth,

Women ain’t prizes, not trophies of your youth.

Poundin' your chest, sayin’ you a real man,

But can't handle a “goodbye” — bruh, understand:

Every day, she walks scared down her street,

Lookin’ over her shoulder, just prayin’ to breathe.

How many never made it back?

How many held their scream?

How many got hit by the one who said they’d never leave?

She ain’t yours, she got no chains,

She’s a storm, not some picture in a frame.

You ain’t no king, no god, no throne,

Swallow that ego, let the truth be known.

Respect her.

Respect her.

You call it drama, say she’s overreactin’,

But you mad as hell when she wearin’ that satin.

Watchin’ who she talk to, where she go, who she text,

But deep down it’s your fear, man — that’s what’s next.

Single moms raisin’ kings, doin’ double the fight,

While these so-called “men” just vanish in the night.

Worse yet — the silence, the ones who just watch,

Your hands ain't bloody, but you lettin' it rot.

That fragile pride? Ain’t strength — it’s a mask,

If your manhood hurts, take that to task.

Her freedom ain’t your threat, it’s your test,

And if you fail that, you just like the rest.

She ain’t yours, she got no chains,

She’s a storm, not some picture in a frame.

You ain’t no king, no god, no throne,

Swallow that ego, let the truth be known.

Respect her.

Respect her.

Respect her.

Respect her.

Respect her.

If you love her — you don’t hurt her.

If you respect her — you don’t control her.

If it’s real — it don’t chain.

If it’s possessive — it’s pain.

In the court of the streets, there ain’t no judge, just time,

And time will show you: power built on fear ain’t prime.

For every tear that falls, a new voice rises,

And revolution don’t sleep — it multiplies in crises.

Bro, let me be real, straight from the heart,

Not a sermon, just a heads-up to start.

Every woman’s a queen, deserves respect,

It ain’t weakness, it’s honor — show intellect.

She leaves her house with fear in her chest,

Afraid of the dark, afraid to protest.

It ain’t normal to live in that stress,

And it’s never about her clothes or the dress.

Wanna be a man? Then learn what it means:

To guard, not harm — to lift, not demean.

Respect the girl, don’t think you’re above,

True strength is showing real love.

Your sister, your mom, your friend’s out there,

Imagine the weight that they gotta bear.

No more harassment, no more fear,

The streets belong to everyone here.

It’s about character, it’s about grace,

Treat every woman like she’s in first place.

If you wanna change, it starts with you,

A real man knows what he’s gotta do.

She ain’t yours, she got no chains,

She’s a storm, not some picture in a frame.

You ain’t no king, no god, no throne,

Swallow that ego, let the truth be known.

Respect her.

Respect her.

Respect her.

Respect her.