Still I rise
Still I rise
Still I rise
Still
Been hearin' a lot of "Too High To Riot"
They study me like recitals
I'm flattered I am an idol
That mean I am inspiring growth I am beside myself
Spirit has lifted the hoes
Nigga this isn't a boast, I have been giving the most
Go through my body of work
That's a lot of hours fear, pride, insomnia working
That's true
They might see the dirt true, they gone see the work too
Don't forget to look up at the stars, my boy
Niggas washed, I could help you wit them bars, my boy
Just hit up OakShades, send the check, heard?
I'm the best out I wanna be the best heard
Put my life in a song tryna get heard
Just to die a hundred time like Westworld, damn
I got my city on my shoulders
I gotta work, work, work
Don't want no pity I'm a soldier
I gotta work, work, work
I got my city on my shoulders
I gotta work, work, work
Don't want no pity I'm a soldier
I gotta work, work
Still I rise
Still I rise
Still I rise
Still
And kicking down doors when they hold keys
Put 'em in places we won't reach
Weak niggas falling for the okie
'Cause there ain't no place that we won't reach
Hate your own skin and put on bleach
Hard not to feel pity for those people
Heavy the world with its bold evils
I wish you could unsee
I look at the magazine cover
But they don't have this color
Would you still call me a thug?
If I ain't have this color
That shit rhetorical, boy please
Lessons we learned since like Rhodesia
'Cause black in this world never known peace
Closest we came was a cold breeze
On the plantation for the OGs
We demand payment, f*ck the police
Get no damn statement
Lawyer money in my bank statement, yeah
Hanging with killers, parolees
I told 'em I got 'em, I got 'em
I heard the top can get lonely
Well so is the bottom, no problem, yeah
I got my city on my shoulders
I gotta work, work, work
Don't want no pity I'm a soldier
I gotta work, work, work
I got my city on my shoulders
I gotta work, work, work
Don't want no pity I'm a soldier
I gotta work, work
Still I rise
Still I rise
Still I rise
Still
