Keep On Boogiin'

I walked through fire, slept in the rain, carried my name like a ball and chain.

They said, "Girl, you're bound to break," but I got a rhythm they couldn't shake.

I've been bruised, I've been burned, had to dance for every dime I earned.

But when the world said, "Sit back down," I turned my stomp into a sound.

Now I keep on boogieing!

With my fists held high, thunder in my chest, steel in my stride. Ain't no shame in where I've been.

I've got a backbeat under my skin.

Keep on boogieing, louder than before, feet like hammers on the floor.

You want stillness, not this soul. I'm the storm you can't control.

Raised on struggle, fed on blues, turned my pain into worn-out shoes.

I don't glide, I drive through dust. Every step I take, I erase some rust.

No gold crown, no safety net, but every beat I drop, you won't forget.

This groove ain't cute, it's earned and torn by a woman who's danced through every storm.

I keep on boogieing! Battle born and bold, drums of thunder, heart of gold.

My scars all sing, my bones all shout. I boogie what the pain can't drown out.

Keep on boogieing, now and always.

This soul don't die, it just replays.

Keep. . .

Ain't no silence in my soul.

I keep on boogieing, and I take control.