You may write me down in history With your bitter twisted lies trod the very dirt But still like dust I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ’Cause I walk I've got oil wells Pumping living room. Just moons and suns certainty of tides hopes springing high Still Did want to see broken? Bowed head lowered eyes? Shoulders falling teardrops Weakened by soulful cries? haughtiness offend Don't take it awful hard laugh gold mines Diggin’ own backyard. shoot words cut eyes kill hatefulness air I’ll sexiness come as a surprise That dance diamonds At meeting thighs? Out huts history’s shame rise Up from past that’s rooted pain I'm black ocean leaping wide Welling swelling bear tide. Leaving behind nights terror fear Into daybreak wondrously clear Bringing gifts that ancestors gave am dream hope slave.