(Maya Angelou s poem)
You may write me down in history
With your bitter twisted lies
You may trod me down in the very dirt
And still like the dust I ll rise
Does my happiness upset you
Why are you best with gloom
Cause I laugh like I ve got an oil well
Pumpin in my living room
So you may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I ll rise
I ll rise
I ll 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
( )
Now did you want to see me broken
Bowed head and lowered eyes
Shoulders fallen down like tear drops
Weakened by my soulful cries
( )
Does 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 yard
( )
So you may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I ll rise
I ll rise
I ll 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
( )
So you may write me down in history
With your bitter twisted lies
You may trod me down in the very dirt
And still like the dust I ll rise
( )
Does my happiness upset you
Why are you best with gloom
Cause I laugh like I ve got a goldmine
Diggin up in my living room
( )
Now you may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
And I ll rise
I ll rise
I ll 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
