Now did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes
Shoulders fallen down like tear drops
Weakened by my soulful criesDoes my confidence upset you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got a diamond mine
Breakin’ up in my front yardSo you may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I’ll rise
I’ll rise
I’ll rise, rise, rise
Out of the shacks of history’s shame
Up from a past rooted in pain
I’ll rise
I’ll rise
I’ll rise, rise, rise

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