Lyrics
And i ll rise, you may write me down in history
And still like the dust i ll rise, bowed head and lowered eyes, does my happiness upset you
up from a past rooted in pain
don t you take it awful hard
You may trod me down in the very dirt, bowed head and lowered eyes, cause i laugh like i ve got a goldmine
weakened by my soulful cries
So you may shoot me with your words, does my confidence upset you
With your bitter twisted lies, breakin up in my front yard
And still like the dust i ll rise, now did you want to see me broken
Up from a past rooted in pain, out of the shacks of history s shame
and i ll rise
Does my happiness upset you, you may trod me down in the very dirt
does my happiness upset you
Out of the shacks of history s shame, does my happiness upset you
Out of the shacks of history s shame, weakened by my soulful cries Rise, diggin up in my living room
Out of the shacks of history s shame, so you may shoot me with your words
and i ll rise
You may trod me down in the very dirt, so you may shoot me with your words Ben, so you may shoot me with your words
You may trod me down in the very dirt, out of the shacks of history s shame
now you may shoot me with your words
You may trod me down in the very dirt, why are you best with gloom
And still like the dust i ll rise, you may cut me with your eyes
cause i walk like i ve got a diamond mine
Does my confidence upset you, and i ll rise
You may write me down in history, with your bitter twisted lies
So you may write me down in history, you may trod me down in the very dirt Rise, don t you take it awful hard
so you may write me down in history
And i ll rise, out of the shacks of history s shame
and i ll rise
Now did you want to see me broken, does my happiness upset you I'll, and i ll rise
diggin up in my living room
you may cut me with your eyes
Does my confidence upset you, breakin up in my front yard
You may trod me down in the very dirt, weakened by my soulful cries
You may write me down in history, you may cut me with your eyes I'll, out of the shacks of history s shame
Now did you want to see me broken, diggin up in my living room I'll, so you may shoot me with your words