Crown Taken, Not Given

I don’t climb — I take what is mine,
Break every ceiling, cross every line,
No luck here, just blood and will,
I don’t chase crowns — I bend them still!

Pressure snaps? I snap it back,
Leave my mark in every crack,
They talk big — I move precise,
Cold ambition, sharpened ice!

Top of the game — I own the throne,
Built from war I fought alone!