Resting Face, Burning Spirit

Uh. Yeah. Ay. Uh, mirror,

mirror, cracks on the wall. Tired of the stares when I

walk down the hall. Brows arched high, but my vibes stay low.

Face cold as ice, but the fire still glow. Gravity tugging,

but my spirit don't sag . Pulled up tight, no room for the drag .

They say, "Resting bitch face." I say, "It's my shield." Protecting my shine

in this battlefield. Resting bitch face, we have a cure .