Interlude: Towering Liberty - Karmina

I take a step

This lived-in body flushed from victory

Soft like morning sheets

Hard like asphalt streets

Towering liberty, I stand, torch in hand

Ready to burn this mother fucker down

I’m too good for sorry

Too wise for false modesty

If age is humility, and experience, ability

Then imagine the agility with which I walk

You thought the gate was broken?

Don’t worry, baby

Mamma left it open