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Midnight dust on the cellar floor
Sweeping dreams through the broken door
Ashes in my hair calluses on my hands
Singing silent psalms in these concrete lands
Step-sisters laughing upstairs so loud
Their champagne bubbles while I sweep the clouds
Pre-Chorus
Clock ticking slow heart beating fast
This prison life wasn't made to last
Moon through the cracked window pane
Whispering promises through the rain
Chorus
From ash to glass I'll rise tonight
In borrowed dreams and stolen light
This ghetto princess knows her worth
The broken girl from the broken earth
When the clock strikes twelve I won't retreat
Cause even without magic I'm complete
Verse
They took my bed said"Know your place"
But I study business in this space
While they're at parties I save every cent
Building my own establishment
Their hand-me-downs I redesign
Turning their trash into my gold mine
Verse
Invitation came gold-embossed lie
Stepmother tore it with a sigh
Gathered pieces with grace and pace
Made my plan without any lace
No fairy godmother just my own hands
Went to war with needle and threads
Pre-Chorus
Clock ticking slow heart beating fast
This prison life wasn't made to last
Moon through the cracked window pane
Whispering promises through the rain
Chorus
From ash to glass I'll rise tonight
In borrowed dreams and stolen light
This ghetto princess knows her worth
The broken girl from the broken earth
When the clock strikes twelve I won't retreat
Cause even without magic I'm complete
Verse
Arrived in sneakers not glass slippers
Got looks from society flippers
Held my head high found my space
Saw the prince's confused face
We didn't waltz we had a rap battle instead
My struggle verses beat his royal credits
Bridge
Clock strikes twelve I don't run away
No magic that might fade away
This dress is real these shoes are mine
No fairy tale ending just my design
I leave my number not some glass shoe
What I'm building is tangible and true
Verse
Next day came no prince at the door
Started my business little old me
Built"Ash &Glass"–my reality
Designing clothes for girls like me
Who rise from ashes strong and free
Verse
Prince showed up weeks at my store
Said"I've been looking forevermore"
I smiled"Your Highness can't you see
I'm not some damsel waiting to be free
If you want me as equal partner
Not some princess in palace garden"
From ash
To glass
No magic
Just hustle
My story
My rules