Текст песни
They wrote my name in pencil
So it would fade away
Taught me how to shrink myself
How careful girls should stay
They measured every movement
Corrected how I stand
Said the world is safer
When it’s guided by their hand
Every “no” I swallowed
Every truth I hid
Built a quiet prison
Out of everything they did
You held the microphone
Decided what was right
Framed the story, dimmed my glow
Controlled the stage and light
But I was born with thunder
You couldn’t redesign
So tell me — who has power
When the voice is finally mine?
Who holds the mic tonight?
Who defines the line?
If I refuse your silence
Who holds the mic tonight?
You called it “just tradition”
You called it “knowing best”
Turned my fire into manners
Put obedience in my chest
Every dream I carried
Had to pass your test
If it threatened your position
It was labeled “selfishness”
But doubt can turn to courage
And fear can turn to flame
And once a girl stops whispering
She’ll never sound the same
You held the microphone
Claimed it as your throne
Spoke for me in polished lies
As if my will was gone
But I was never voiceless
I was only confined
Now watch the shift in gravity
The narrative is mine
Who holds the mic tonight?
Who survives the light?
If my echo shakes your kingdom
Who holds the mic tonight?
I was raised inside your limits
But I learned to see the frame
Power isn’t given
It’s reclaimed
You fear the girl who questions
You fear the one who knows
The quietest rebellion
Is the one that grows
You held the microphone
But your grip was never tight
Control dissolves the moment
I decide to fight
No more shadows, no more lines
No more asking if it’s fine
You can keep your fragile crown
The microphone is mine
Who holds the mic tonight?
I hold the mic tonight
