Ill Rise — текст песни (Ben Harper)

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 Ill rise

Does my happiness upset you

Why are you best with gloom

Cause I laugh like Ive 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 Ill rise

Ill rise

Ill rise

Out of the shacks of historys shame

Up from a past rooted in pain

Ill rise

Ill rise

Ill 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

Dont you take it awful hard

Cause I walk like Ive 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 Ill rise

Ill rise

Ill rise

Out of the shacks of historys shame

Up from a past rooted in pain

Ill rise

Ill rise

Ill 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 Ill rise

Does my happiness upset you

Why are you best with gloom

Cause I laugh like Ive got a goldmine

Diggin up in my living room



So you may shoot me with your words

You may cut me with your eyes

And Ill rise

Ill rise

Ill rise

Out of the shacks of historys shame

Up from a past rooted in pain

Ill rise

Ill rise

Ill rise