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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

To say that this place didn't have an ominous, atmospheric feel about it was an understatement, to say the least. Upon arriving here, I could feel the heavy presence of the prior demons unsettled souls that still resided here. There was an awareness of disembodied denizens who lingered either willingly, or unwilling. I looked around - not necessarily with the sensory of my eyes - and scoped-out the area, looking for tell-tale signs... areas of the place darker than others; cold spots where no ventilation was. Sections that were open to sunlight but still feeling cooler than should be considering; inordinate odors. My inner senses were in a heightened state of awareness and going ♥♥♥♥ing wild. And, suddenly I ascertained that whatever was still roaming these grounds was also aware of my keen discernment.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

To say that this place didn't have an ominous, atmospheric feel about it was an understatement, to say the least. Upon arriving here, I could feel the heavy presence of the prior demons unsettled souls that still resided here. There was an awareness of disembodied denizens who lingered either willingly, or unwilling. I looked around - not necessarily with the sensory of my eyes - and scoped-out the area, looking for tell-tale signs... areas of the place darker than others; cold spots where no ventilation was. Sections that were open to sunlight but still feeling cooler than should be considering; inordinate odors. My inner senses were in a heightened state of awareness and going ♥♥♥♥ing wild. And, suddenly I ascertained that whatever was still roaming these grounds was also aware of my keen discernment.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

To say that this place didn't have an ominous, atmospheric feel about it was an understatement, to say the least. Upon arriving here, I could feel the heavy presence of the prior demons unsettled souls that still resided here. There was an awareness of disembodied denizens who lingered either willingly, or unwilling. I looked around - not necessarily with the sensory of my eyes - and scoped-out the area, looking for tell-tale signs... areas of the place darker than others; cold spots where no ventilation was. Sections that were open to sunlight but still feeling cooler than should be considering; inordinate odors. My inner senses were in a heightened state of awareness and going ♥♥♥♥ing wild. And, suddenly I ascertained that whatever was still roaming these grounds was also aware of my keen discernment.

To say that this place didn't have an ominous, atmospheric feel about it was an understatement, to say the least. Upon arriving here, I could feel the heavy presence of the prior demons unsettled souls that still resided here. There was an awareness of disembodied denizens who lingered either willingly, or unwilling. I looked around - not necessarily with the sensory of my eyes - and scoped-out the area, looking for tell-tale signs... areas of the place darker than others; cold spots where no ventilation was. Sections that were open to sunlight but still feeling cooler than should be considering; inordinate odors. My inner senses were in a heightened state of awareness and going ♥♥♥♥ing wild. And, suddenly I ascertained that whatever was still roaming these grounds was also aware of my keen discernment.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.