Sting like a bee

A force that pulls me down
Is not a force but gravity playing around

A man that makes me cry
Needs a whack to set him right

For the world conspires to bring us down
Even when we tread the purest of the grounds

Shall I be worried about things that are ominous
Or be be obstinate about a subject of my faith

Shall I be a victim of ostentatious character
Or be impudent enough to break free of the restraint

For the world conspires to bring us down
Even when we tread the purest of the grounds

Yielding was never an option or a choice
Would embrace death with my head held high.

I am what I choose to be
Neither you nor he can let me be

If for you I've floated like a butterfly
Then for myself, I will sting like a bee.