Song Lyrics
And i ll rise, with your bitter twisted lies
And still like the dust i ll rise, out of the shacks of history s shame, you may cut me with your eyes
Pumpin in my living room, up from a past rooted in pain
Out of the shacks of history s shame, you may trod me down in the very dirt
Up from a past rooted in pain, you may cut me with your eyes, you may cut me with your eyes
And i ll rise, and i ll rise
cause i laugh like i ve got a goldmine
So you may shoot me with your words, pumpin in my living room
Up from a past rooted in pain, and i ll rise, does my happiness upset you
and still like the dust i ll rise
Out of the shacks of history s shame, weakened by my soulful cries, and still like the dust i ll rise
bowed head and lowered eyes
Up from a past rooted in pain, and i ll rise, you may cut me with your eyes
And i ll rise, so you may write me down in history, and still like the dust i ll rise
does my happiness upset you
Breakin up in my front yard, you may cut me with your eyes
bowed head and lowered eyes
and still like the dust i ll rise
Does my happiness upset you, cause i laugh like i ve got a goldmine
don t you take it awful hard
Up from a past rooted in pain, don t you take it awful hard
you may cut me with your eyes
Pumpin in my living room, does my happiness upset you Rise, up from a past rooted in pain
does my confidence upset you