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NEW RELEASE, JUST DROPPED ! 'First Woman President', by Producer Bravid Valour

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    a bold, witty, and emotionally charged song called "First Woman President"—a rallying cry wrapped in rhythm, spotlighting the injustice of gendered leadership gaps and the fragile egos that helped build them. It’s got bite, bounce, and a chorus that won’t quit. By Producer Bravid valour

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        She walked in like thunder, heels on marble floors,

         Boardrooms blinked, ballots shook—

         They’d never seen power like this before.

        [Verse 1] They said, “She’s too emotional,”

         while sweating through their ties, 

        Built empires on bravado, sold truth in disguise.

         She asked for a seat, they offered a stool, 

        Then called her “bossy” for knowing the rules. 

        She’s got degrees they never read, 

        Ideas they’ll steal once she’s dead. 

        But she’s still here, lipstick loaded,

         Dreams deferred but never eroded.

        [ Chorus ] 

         We want the First Woman President, 

        Not the token, not the hesitant. 

        She’s not your sidekick, not your ornament,

         She’s the storm, she’s the testament. 

        We want the First Woman President— 

        And we won’t wait politely anymore.

        [Verse 2] 

        They built glass ceilings with fragile pride, 

        Afraid she’d see the cracks inside. 

        Their power’s a mirror, cracked and thin,

         Reflecting fear she might just win. 

        They call it merit, she calls it myth, 

        They golf while she drafts policy shifts.

         She’s got vision, they’ve got spin, 

        She’s playing chess—they’re stuck in gin.

        [Verse 3] 

        He says, “I’m not threatened,” while clutching his mic,

         But his voice shakes when she’s asked to strike. 

        She’s calm, composed, a hurricane mind, 

        While he Googles “how to lead” in real time.

         She’s been told to smile, to shrink, to bend, 

        While he’s been praised for “just pretend.” 

        But she’s done folding, done with grace—

         She’s coming for that topmost place.

        [Bridge] She’s not your mother, not your muse,

         Not your fallback when you lose.

         She’s not your HR, not your “gal,” 

        She’s the leader you fear—and she’s your pal. 

        She’s got fire, she’s got facts, 

        She’s got history on her tracks.

         And when she rises, don’t act surprised— 

        She’s been building this since you denied.

        [ Chorus (again, louder)] We want the First Woman President,

         Not the token, not the hesitant.

         She’s not your sidekick, not your ornament, 

        She’s the storm, she’s the testament. 

        We want the First Woman President— 

        And we won’t wait politely anymore. ---

        So when she takes that oath one day, 

        Don’t say “finally,” don’t look away. 

        Say “we were late,” say “we were blind,” 

        Then follow her lead—and fall in line.